At 10 P.M., William sped home, got out of his car with a cold expression, but suddenly slowed his pace as he reached the main entrance.

He took a breath, deliberately trying to appear more relaxed.

"Hurry, hurry! Soph is bleeding so much!"

"Ma'am, it's fine, just a small cut."

As he entered, the living room was chaotic. A maid rushed past him carrying discarded gauze covered in blood.

"Young Master." The maid greeted him, and ...