You Hit My Heart
Chapter 499

Cecelia trotted out of the military hospital and drove back to the Heathfamily.

The distance was just 2 km, but it became extra long because of thetraffic everywhere. After driving for nearly ten minutes, she was soimpatient that she finally simply parked the car at the intersection andgot out to walk home.

Jogging all the way, she finally reached the door, only to see that all thelights in the entire villa were turned off, and darkness shrouded thespire house, giving her a surprisingly gloomy and gruesome feeling.Her heartbeat accelerated again for no reason, her heart thumpinghard, and the inexplicable uneasiness rushed up again.

She kept reassuring herself that either the old man hadn't come homeyet or he was sleeping, which was why the house was left unlit.

The moment she opened the door, Cecelia, with the acumen of asoldier, immediately detected an unusual scent.

ltwas ... the smell of blood!

It was very light and faint, but enough for her to distinguish.

How is that possible? How could there be the smell of blood in thehouse?

Her heart sank, trying to escape again, but her intuition told her thatsomething must have happened at home.

With trembling fingers, she turned on the lights.

Bright incandescent lights lit up the whole house in turn. Shoes wereneatly arranged in the entrance hall, and she glimpsed Rodney's shoeson the cabinet, as usual, so she could see that Rodney had returned.She hurriedly shouted, "Dad, Dad!"

The only thing that answered her was the faint echo of an empty house.She cautiously walked in. The dining room was empty, the parlor wasempty, and as soon as she stepped out of the parlor, she glimpsed ashocking puddle of blood spreading over the floor. It was a hideousreddish-brown color that had solidified.

She rushed into the living room.

The sight in front of her completely stunned her.

Rodney curled up on the ground, and his blood was everywhere.

On his forehead, there was a bowl-sized wound, and the back of hishead was also stained with blood. The death-like blood on the groundwas no longer flowing, and the air was filled with the pungent smell ofblood.

Cecelia, at this moment, was stunned and dumbfounded, and her braincould not think.

She stood there idly for a long while, unable to accept the reality in frontof her. Just how could something like this even happen? He was justfine in the morning! How could she explain this to Ralph? How couldshe forgive herself?

After a long time, her numb body walked forward mechanically, untilshe reached Rodney's side.

She knelt down and gently stroked him. She knew he was dead. Hehad bled so much that he couldn't possibly still be alive. His body hadbegun to stiffen, without a trace of warmth. Her hands were stainedwith his blood. She looked at her hand, and tears could not help butflow down from her eyes.

He was such a warlord, and he died in his own home for no reason! Hisdead was neither marvelous, nor peaceful.

Not a last word, not even time to say goodbye.

It's her fault for not keeping an eye on him.

Knowing that Rodney had been in a bad mood recently, she failed tostop him in time. It was all her fault. She was overwhelmed with self-blame, and there was no way for her to come out of her grief and self-recrimination.

She looked up and looked around.

Rodney apparently fell down the stairs, hitting the back of his head andforehead on a marble pillar and bleeding to death.

Perhaps Rodney was just going downstairs to answer the phone.That's how his life was cut short.