Zoe's phone clattered to the floor, a piercing tinnitus suddenly ringing in her ears, muffling the voice on the other end of the line.

She stood up, her face deathly pale, intending to leave when the bedroom door was pushed open from outside.

Barrett, looking anxious, hurried over, noticing Zoe's expression and realizing it was already too late.

He had just received news of Cosmo's fatal fall, and he rushed upstairs to prevent Zoe from answering the call, but it was in vain.

Zoe, looking lost, moved towards the exit, Barrett hardly having the strength to persuade her: "Calm down, the police said the deceased's face is unrecognizable, it might...