Chapter 990 - 982: Second Brother in Trouble 3

Chapter 990: Chapter 982: Second Brother in Trouble 3

Thinking of this, Maxim Ford pushed the security guard aside and strode toward the door.

He opened the door and looked down, instantly spotting the bloody footprints on the floor.

His heart tightened fiercely.

That was the blood of his own brother.

He dared not linger and followed the bloody footprints.

Then he went upstairs, noticing the footprints getting fainter until they disappeared outside Tiana Thorne’s room.

Maxim Ford clenched his hands into fists, walked lightly, and stopped at the door.

He didn’t dare act impulsively, yet he couldn’t afford to stay idle either.

He took a deep breath and reached out to open the door of the room.

Hearing a faint footstep, he looked in the direction of the sound and saw Georgia Thorne, half-awake and not in a good state.

Georgia Thorne was initially stunned to see him, seemingly not expecting him to appear here in the middle of the night.

Then she lowered her gaze and immediately noticed the blood on the floor.

Her brain reacted faster than her body; almost instantly upon seeing the blood, she screamed: "Ah!"

Her legs gave way, and she sat down on the ground.

Her voice instantly woke everyone in the villa.

Maxim Ford was worried that her voice might provoke the killer, so he didn’t pause and opened the room’s door.

The room was completely dark.

With the light from the corridor, he looked for the switch, reached out, and turned it on.

The room instantly brightened.

Maxim Ford looked towards the bed, and this glance made his heart race fiercely. He walked over step by step, cautiously.

He could hardly believe his eyes.

Tiana Thorne lay flat on the bed, eyes closed, a slight smile on her lips, seemingly dreaming a sweet dream, without the slightest pain.

Her originally white long dress was stained with blood, like a blooming rose, yet extremely shocking.

The bedsheet was full of dirt, and she wore a pair of white sneakers mixed with blood and rainwater.

The color was no longer pristine, stained red by blood, with muddy soles—a complete mess.

And yet, she seemed unaware of what had happened, quietly lying there, sleeping deeply, making it hard to disturb her.

At this moment, the room was filled with a bloody scent, causing his stomach to churn.

Maxim Ford summoned great courage to reach her bedside.

At this moment, his mind was chaotic, uncertain of what had happened, and he couldn’t believe his eyes.

Georgia Thorne outside took a while to stand up, leaning against the wall.

Awakened, Sean Thorne saw the blood on the floor, and his face darkened, suddenly rising with a bad premonition, holding Georgia Thorne, he entered.

When he saw Maxim Ford, a thought instinctively popped into his head.

Maxim Ford quarreled with Tiana and came here in the middle of the night to kill her.

But seeing he was dressed without fresh blood other than water and fish, and the footprints on the floor were of a woman’s foot, they disappeared by the bed.

He furrowed his brows, looking at his daughter’s feet on the bed.

He only felt his temples throbbing, his vision switching from black to white; if Georgia hadn’t supported him, he would have almost fallen on the ground.

Sean Thorne rubbed his temples a few times, then asked tremblingly: "What... happened?"

Images flashed through Maxim Ford’s mind, all of the cute and thoughtful little sister, never imagining she would one day end up like this.

Maybe there’s a misunderstanding.

"Mr. Ford, my daughter, what did she do?"

Maxim Ford looked back at him, and in an instant, the collapse in his eyes turned into unprecedented calmness and coldness, word by word: "Tonight’s event must not be leaked whatsoever to the outside."

Sean Thorne didn’t understand what was happening, but he knew the importance of this matter.

He took a deep breath and nodded: "Okay."

Georgia Thorne’s eyes were full of shock as she looked at the blood on her sister, swallowing hard: "Is my sister injured? Or did she hurt someone?"

However, when Maxim Ford turned around, a cold glare came with an imposing pressure.

At that moment, it seemed as if Georgia Thorne dared to say even one word wrong, he would render her unable to speak for life.

In her sleep, Tiana Thorne felt a headache, as if she had been through a storm, hearing voices, she slowly woke up.

Seeing the man beside the bed, she felt cold, thinking it was a dream within a dream, said weakly: "Brother..."

"Tiana."

Tiana Thorne rubbed her nose, smelled a strong scent of blood.

She suddenly felt more awake.

She sat up from the bed, only to find herself soaked, not to mention faint red marks, as if blood washed away by rain.

"What happened?"

Maxim Ford heard her asking, his Adam’s apple bobbed, unable to say a word.

Tiana Thorne felt everything was inexplicably strange, recalling carefully what had happened.

She remembered that after bringing her dad back from the hospital, she felt very tired, then fell asleep.

She had a good, dreamless night’s sleep.

Was it just that she was soaked with blood lying here?

Why was her brother here?

A bad feeling arose within her, she grabbed his hand: "Brother, did something happen?"

Maxim Ford had seldom seen her so uneasy and panicked, at this moment, his heart felt like it was bleeding.

He always had a strong sense of cleanliness, yet at this moment seemed to forget it, sitting beside her, comforting: "It’s okay."

"But why is there so much blood on me?"

She shook her aching head, recollecting carefully, yet couldn’t remember anything: "Brother, what exactly happened?"

Maxim Ford also wanted to know what exactly happened.

Why was Tiana apparently trying to stab Julian?

And at this moment, she seemed unaware of what she’d done before.

She had never seen her brother so flustered, usually he was stable, like no matter the problem, if entrusted to him, it would make people feel at ease.

Yet at this moment, his eyes revealed panic and pain.

She called out again: "Brother, answer me."

Maxim Ford clasped her hand: "Tiana, do you remember when you fell asleep?"

Tiana Thorne replied: "Around ten o’clock."

"Did you wake up in between?"

She nodded again: "No, I’m used to beauty sleep, so I’ve always slept well, it’s not easy to wake up once I’m asleep."

"Did you have sleepwalking before?"

Sleepwalking?

Upon hearing this, Tiana Thorne didn’t answer immediately, she was recalling.

In this lifetime, she hadn’t had this symptom, but in her past life, she did have sleepwalking.

Had it not been for waking up to find herself in shoes, she wouldn’t have known she had been sleepwalking.

"Tiana, tell brother, it’s important."

On this question, she couldn’t answer immediately, pressed her lips, changed her way of answering: "Brother, I had it when I was very young, but never again afterward."

She looked at the mess of her clothes, feeling uncomfortable: "Did I go out to do something?"

Suddenly remembering something, she hurriedly called him: "Brother."