"That doesn't seem right..." Daniel muttered to himself, deep in thought. The commotion was excessive, not something that could be explained by Eileen falling from the second floor while admiring the scenery.
He wanted to inquire further, but Eileen, covering half her face, reached out in pain. "Daniel, could you help me up? I think I'm badly hurt."
"Ah?" Daniel helped Eileen to a well-lit area and was startled by what he saw.
Half of her face was red and swollen, and her legs, concealed beneath her nightgown, were scratched by the garden bushes. The mixture of dirt and blood painted a gruesome picture.
"Shall we go to the living room?" Eileen asked anxiously.
She glanced back at the spot where she had hidden Brian, trying to pull the bodyguards away from the garden. One bodyguard too
