She drove the car into Sunshine Building, which was the building where Jacky lived and also our home.

We lived in the same building.

I was on the 12th floor, and he was on the 11th floor.

Since Andy's death, she often lived in the dormitory and occasionally visited Jacky's home.

But she didn't want to be alone with me.

As soon as Stacey rang the doorbell, Jacky opened the door wearing an apron.

"Stacey, welcome back."

"Yeah." Stacey nodded and sat down at the dining table naturally.

Jacky served her food and brought her soup.

Stacey took a sip of soup. Her beautiful eyes moistened.

"It's delicious."

"Thank you. I cooked it for a long time." Jacky smiled indulgently and rubbed Stacey's head.

I was floating in the air, watching this scene with envy and jealousy.

This was the scene I had been fantasizing about for a long time!

Why was it snatched away by the evil guy, Jacky?

No.

Why was he so arrogant?

How dared he wear the necklace that I wore around my neck when I was alive!

Jacky's cell phone suddenly vibrated. He picked it up and took a look. Coldness flashed in his eyes.

I floated behind him.

The message was sent by Jacky's accomplice.

[Jacky, it's time to take action. Peter has probably guessed it.]

[Okay.] Jacky replied.

I was nervous.

I wanted to say, "Stacey!

"Run!

"You must not stay at Jacky's house tonight!"

Stacey looked up suddenly. Just as she was about to say something, she received a call from Peter.

"Peter? What? I'm in Sunshine Building. Is there any progress on the case? Okay, come pick me up. I'll be downstairs now."

Jacky showed a sinister look.

Stacey hung up the phone and looked at him helplessly.

"I can't accompany you tonight. Peter said there's progress in the case, so he's come pick me up now."

I was so happy!

I thought, "Peter, thank you!"

A hint of disappointment flashed across Jacky's eyes, but he still didn't give up and held Stacey's hand.

"Can't you stay with me tonight?"

Stacey shook her head and said coquettishly like coaxing a child.

"I'll accompany you tomorrow night."

Watching Stacey get into Peter's car, I finally felt relieved.

"Peter, are there any new discoveries in the case?" Stacey had just fastened her seat belt and looked at Peter in confusion.

The last time Peter called her so urgently was when our son was in trouble.

Peter glanced at my photo before I died, then his eyes fell on the bracelet on my wrist. His face was solemn.