Chapter 142 What's Wrong?

"Bang!"

The friction glass door was kicked open in an instant, and with the light on in the bathroom, he immediately saw Tasha Moore soaking in the water, sitting in the bathtub.

She was wearing a white gauze dress, her wrists hanging limply over the edge of the bathtub, the wounds having turned white from soaking in water.

On the damp tiles lay a fruit knife, Tasha Moore with her eyes closed leaning against the edge of the bathtub, her long hair spread out in the water like a spider web, the white dress paired with her dark hair, making everything under the grim pale light seem eerie and terrifying.

Samuel Johnson furrowed his brows slightly and took a step forward, coming to Tasha Moore's side.

He looked at Tasha's pale face, contemplating whether to call an ambulance directly to save her or to first check her breath, when the woman who had been lying in the bathtub slowly opened her eyes.