Chapter 292: Chapter 292: His Stiff Fingers

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The endless torrential rain shrouded Sloviane with heavy, dark clouds.

At The Baileys' Manor, the violent rain washed away the once-oozing blood, seeping deep into the muddy soil. Along the roadside, the blooming flowers seemed to be soaked in blood. The deeply vivid petals, beading with rain droplets, exuded a bewitchingly eerie beauty.

The tattered silken flowers scattered on the ground and were left unnoticed.

Colorful painted windows cast intricate shadows...

In the living room, people were coming and going as Mr. Bailey's condition worsened and his heartbeat suddenly stopped.

The doctor rushed in to perform life-saving measures.

Raphael Bailey held the old master, who was pushed around by the frenzied crowd and struggled to keep his balance.

"Pacemaker... 200J!"

"Increase pressure... 300J!"

"360J..."

Defibrillation, depending on the electrical current passing through the heart muscle-