fabric. Emma, meanwhile, took out some thick, light-colored fabric, some thread, and set the sewing machine on the table.
“Who even assembled this?” Daniel grumbled, ripping out the staples. “It’s firmly attached, but it’s done haphazardly. It’s clear the work wasn’t done by a professional.”
He removed the upholstery from the backrest and moved on to the seat. When the fabric was almost gone, he suddenly froze.
“Emma… come here. Quickly.”
There was something strange in his voice. Emma walked over and leaned toward the chair.
What they saw inside sent a chill through them. 😨😱
