Under the Heiress' Facade novel Chapter 626

Bernard frowned, puzzled.

"Why are you heading to the lower ground floor?"

From what he knew, the morgue was on the lower ground floor.

"To take a look," Hera stated plainly.

"What's there to look at? Don't go." Bernard gripped her hand, refusing to let her leave.

Hera looked at him, surprised. A thought crossed her mind, and she narrowed her eyes at him as if she had discovered a huge secret.

"Are you scared?" she asked.

Bernard let out a bark of cold laughter. "It's full of corpses. Why would I be scared of them?"

He had his fair share of seeing corpses when he was fighting at the frontlines back then.

A sinister smile crept onto Hera's face. "If that's so, why won't you let me go there?"

"That place is full of bacteria." Bernard scrunched his nose in disdain. "It's dirty in there."

Hera clucked her tongue inwardly. Bernard truly was a clean freak.

Pulling her hand out of his grasp, she told him, "Then wait for me here. I'll be back in a jiffy."

"No way. I won't let you go there alone."

Hera was speechless now. What was there to be worried about? Bernard was becoming so protective of her that he was going to extreme lengths.

"Let's go, then," Hera told him.

Seeing how his efforts to stop her failed, Bernard couldn't help but ask, "Why do you have to go there?"

"I'm looking for somebody," Hera replied.

"Aren't all the people in the morgue dead?"

"That's not necessarily the case."

Bernard stopped in his tracks.

Just then, a shrill voice pierced through the air. It had come from inside the morgue. Then came the thump of something falling to the ground.

The noise was so loud that even the middle-aged man heard it.

"What the heck! How dare you make a ruckus here on my turf!" he bellowed, reaching for the baseball bat behind his chair.

After that, he got up from his seat and stomped into the morgue to see what was going on, blurting expletives as he did so.

That man truly had guts. Even so, that baseball wouldn't work if it was a ghost who made the noise in the morgue.

Hera seized the chance to follow the man into the morgue. The temperature was very low in the morgue. Their footsteps echoed in the long corridor.

Out of the blue, the frantic sound of raps on a door could be heard. Bernard, who had been walking behind Hera, quickly gripped her hand.

Hera halted and turned to look at him. "Afraid now, aren't you?"

"I'm not!" he denied instantly.

There was nothing but corpses here. What was there to be afraid of? It wasn't like he hadn't seen a corpse before.