Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 318: The Third Victim

Stephen Sutton still ignored her, yet let out a cold snort, neither light nor heavy.

Her skin was thick enough to be ranked among the top, and saying "sorry" from her mouth sounded like a butcher claiming to be a vegetarian—nobody would believe it.

Phoebe King sat on the edge of the bed, brushing her hand over the sheets Stephen Sutton had laid, and cheerfully said to him as he walked out of the room, "Thank you, Teacher Sutton."

Teacher Sutton said nothing, simply returned to his room and locked the door.

Phoebe King threw herself heavily onto the bed, dancing with joy, she immediately took out her phone to share her happiness with Audrey Sutton.

She had always said, people are made of flesh and blood. She’d pursued him for so long, how could he not care for her at all?

Spreading out the blanket he prepared for her, Phoebe King held it to her nose for a deep sniff. It only smelled of laundry detergent. If it had been used by him, she could still smell him on it.

Was she being too much of a freak?

Phoebe King excitedly squirmed around on the bed, playing with her phone for a long time until past two o’clock when she finally succumbed to sleepiness and fell asleep.

A little after six, Stephen Sutton woke up as usual, having no habit of lazing in bed, and got up to wash up.

When he went out to prepare breakfast, he glanced at the tightly closed door across from him.

After two seconds of silence, he reached out and tentatively twisted the doorknob. The door wasn’t locked, and it opened.

He gently pushed the door open, standing at the edge while peeking inside.

On a bed sized at one meter eight, there was clearly enough room, yet she was huddled tight against the wall, leaving more than half of the bed empty.

Her sleeping posture was quite ladylike, unlike her usual carefree demeanor.

He stood at the door for a few seconds, then gently closed it and walked out.

He didn’t call her after making breakfast, just left it in the microwave. At just past seven, Stephen Sutton left the house.

Phoebe King woke up at a little past ten in the morning, awakened by a call from her buddy.

He said he got into a bit of trouble at an underground casino nearby, something tricky, and asked her to come and sort it out.

Phoebe King cursed under her breath, tied her hair casually with a rubber band. Last night she hadn’t removed her makeup before sleeping, but checking the mirror, it hadn’t smudged much—it was still presentable. She used the restroom, hurried to look for Stephen Sutton and confirmed he had already left. Phoebe King quickly slipped on her shoes, glanced at the umbrella she left on the shelf, deliberately left it there, shut the door, and headed towards the elevator while making phone calls.

Stephen Sutton finished his morning class and made a special trip back to the apartment to check. Opening the door, he found her umbrella still by the door, but the pair of high-heeled sandals she wore last night were gone. She should have left but left her umbrella behind.

Walking into the room, Stephen Sutton went straight to the microwave, seeing the breakfast he left for her still intact inside, he was momentarily stunned, feeling an inexplicable disappointment.

He thought she would wake up hungry and look for food.

Could it be that she didn’t know he left her breakfast?

Stephen Sutton took a deep breath, took the cold sandwich out of the microwave, examined it, and then tossed it into the trash can by the wall.

At one o’clock in the afternoon, in the girls’ dormitory, Audrey Sutton finished her lunch and crawled into bed while listening to some gossip that Barry Barrett and Flora had gathered.

Barry Barrett: "I heard there was another incident at the neighboring sports school last night, a girl is still in the hospital being resuscitated."

Audrey Sutton: "Have they caught the perpetrator?"

Flora Lane: "The perpetrator from the sports school got caught, but he didn’t admit that the girl from our school had anything to do with him, just said he was imitating the news about the serial killer, the two were boyfriend and girlfriend, apparently the girl cheated and the guy couldn’t take it and lashed out. Sigh, relationships are really terrifying."

Barry Barrett and Audrey Sutton both rolled their eyes at Flora Lane: "Brother Seraphina saying that would make sense, but Flora, you don’t qualify to say that as the love guru."

Audrey Sutton flipped through expert analysis articles on her phone and wondered aloud: "With something as serious as murder, you’d think there’d be clues? How can they not have caught anyone after so many days?"

Barry Barrett: "Why don’t you ask your second brother about it?"

Flora Lane: "The girl from our school was said to have been poisoned, with no external injuries on her body, and they said no footprints from the perpetrator were found at the scene, feels like a high-IQ crime, probably with strong counter-investigative abilities."

Seraphina Vaughn: "In any case, everyone should be more careful, Flora, I think you should stop going to work for a while; it’s pretty dangerous coming back late at night."

Even though Shane Warner accompanied Audrey Sutton every day, she still felt uneasy with the culprit not yet caught.

On the third day, bad news came again.

In the morning, a cleaner found a female corpse in the trash can. Unlike the cases of the poisoned girl and Diana Dalton, this scene was obviously much more gruesome, as if the murder was a spur-of-the-moment act, and the perpetrator didn’t meticulously dress the body in a wedding dress like before.

Online experts analyzed that these three cases were likely done by the same person, and the differences at the scenes were due to a psychological shift in the perpetrator.

The first girl to die likely held some importance to the perpetrator, and they might have even been intimately familiar, perhaps having dated; similarly, Diana Dalton might have shared some commonality with the first girl in the perpetrator’s eyes.

The third murder may have been sparked by some extreme psychological trigger from the first two murders, resulting in random acts to fulfill inner desires.

The female victims likely share traits that, at least in the perpetrator’s eyes, were deserving of judgment, as though he believed himself a judge cleansing the filth before him.

According to investigations, the third victim had just argued with her boyfriend before becoming a victim. The argument led to their breakup, and shortly after they parted ways, the girl was tragically killed.

The girl’s boyfriend recounted that the friction stemmed from her numerous male friends outside, frequently drinking with them late at night. They quarreled on the street over it, with the boyfriend pleading for change to save their relationship. Yet, she couldn’t understand why he was so petty, unwilling to alter her lifestyle. Ultimately, their argument ended on a sour note.

The police disclosed that the perpetrator might have overheard the argument or even shared similar experiences with the boy.

Possibly having been betrayed and abandoned in love.

However, there was no suspicious person found in the first victim’s social circle, and those around her said she was introverted and hadn’t been in a relationship.

Clearly, the case reached a stalemate, with countless theories on the internet. Audrey Sutton had been scrolling through related news, finding those expert analyses and guesses more thrilling than mystery novels.

Some claimed that the emergence of the third victim signaled that the perpetrator would certainly not stop here, and should he continue, he’d undoubtedly leave more clues.

But all of this at the cost of alive, breathing lives was far too heavy a price.