The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Chapter 686
Corinne wanted to ask the maid who just brought the coffee whether it was the blood from the chickens and ducks slaughtered
by the kitchen staff. But when she looked up, she realized that the maid already walked away, and no other servants were
waiting around. Corinne furrowed her brows in confusion, thinking about the pitiful child who was always manipulated by Anya.
Could Anya have harmed that child again?
With this thought in mind, she stood up and followed the direction the maid went.
Corinne followed the maid until they reached the main kitchen of the Riveras. However, no servants were bustling about in the
kitchen. The countertops were cleaned spotlessly, and there was no trace of any poultry being slaughtered.
If the blood on the coffee cup was not from a fowl, could it be human blood? Could it belong to that child?
What was even more peculiar was that the maid who entered ahead of them was now nowhere to be found, even though
Corinne saw her enter first.
Corinne became increasingly suspicious of the situation in the kitchen. She cautiously looked around, and apart from the
emptiness, there did not seem to be anything unusual.
Suddenly, her gaze inadvertently fell to the floor, and she saw red blood droplets on the kitchen floor. Not just one or two drops,
but several droplets close together, suggesting that they were left behind by a bleeding person or animal passing through this
area.
Corinne furrowed her brows in alertness and followed the direction indicated by the blood droplets. The droplets led to a tightly
closed, somewhat old iron door at the far end of the kitchen.
She had a suspicion in her heart. Could the missing child be locked inside? Was there bloodshed? Murdered? Corinne felt shock
but did not act rashly. This was the Riveras’s residence, and there were some matters she could not directly intervene in. So she
decided to call someone from the Riveras to come and investigate.
However, as soon as she turned around, she was immediately startled! Anya stood behind her, her face pale, her expression
sinister and twisted like a deeply resentful female ghost, holding a sharp chisel in her hand.
Corinne instinctively took a step back and calmly asked, “What do you want to do?”

Anya suddenly burst into tears. “Corinne, you came at the right time! Please help me!”
A furrow formed between Corinne’s brows, not ruling out the possibility that Anya was acting again. “Help you with what?”
Anya continued crying as if she genuinely experienced some kind of fright or shock. Her shoulders trembled violently. “I just went
to the kitchen to look for Joey. I thought maybe the mischievous child went there to hide and eat snacks. Then I saw blood on the
floor!”
She pointed at the bloodstains on the ground, her face filled with fear, and her fingertips trembling.
Corinne glanced down at the blood droplets she was pointing at and then looked back at her. “And then? What do you want me
to do?”
Tears streamed down Anya’s face. “I’m so scared. I’m afraid that’s Joey’s blood! So I followed the blood stains and they led me
to the front of that storeroom. I wanted to open the door and take a look.”
“But I couldn’t open the door, no matter how hard I tried! I was worried that Joey was injured and trapped Inside, so I exerted
force to pull the door open. Unexpectedly, I heard a rough man’s cough from inside!”
“Corinne, there’s someone in that room! Someone has taken Joey hostage! They’re inside there.”