NovelEnglishChapter 395 Pain twisted the woman's face into a mask of agony.
"You... you'd kill me?" she stammered, her voice raw and ragged, laced with unbearable suffering.
Mandy blinked her wide, innocent eyes, looking for all the world like a harmless little bunny-utterly incapable of violence.
"Oh, absolutely," she replied, her tone light and almost playful. "You know, I've already killed six people. One more won't make a difference. Especially since you went after the child of someone I care about most." "Too bad for you—you just happened to get caught hitting my little girl. So now, you've got to pay the price." Mandy's voice was airy, as if murder was no more significant than tossing out yesterday's trash.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut to the woman, every word was a devil's whisper, chilling her to the bone.
Bent double by pain, the woman clutched her stomach as blood seeped between her trembling fingers. Through desperate, quivering gasps, she pleaded, "Please..... please letgo. My son-he's only a year old. He needs his mother, please..." But Mandy's knife didn't stop; she twisted it deeper, almost methodically.
The woman's intestines ruptured under the motion. She howled-an animal caught in a trap-her screams raw, piercing, hopeless.
Mandy's eyes were cold as ice. "Your son's still a baby? So what, is my child all grown up?" "Why should I care if your kid loses his mom? All I know is this: you hurt someone I love. There's only one way to make that right-blood for blood." The woman collapsed into frantic sobs, teetering on the edge of hysteria. "Don't kill me, please! I'm sorry, I swear! I'll never lay a hand on Tramp again! I'll treat her like my own from now on, I promise!" "You dare call her 'Tramp' again?" The word-Tramp-struck Mandy's last nerve.
She snapped. Like a powder keg ignited, Mandy yanked the blade free, raised her arm, and sliced the woman's throat in one swift, merciless motion.
The woman tumbled to the ground like a felled tree, writhing and gasping for air. Her hands clawed at the floor, legs kicking in panic-a grotesque, nightmarish scene.
A wet, garbled gurgling escaped her torn throat as blood pulsed out in thick streams. Her eyes bulged with terror desperate for life, but in the end, she drowned in her own fear and despair.
Mandy's knife dripped crimson in the sunlight, the blade glistening with fresh blood.
She wiped it absently on the dead woman's blouse before finally turning her gaze to the little girl cowering on the floor-her cheeks stained with tears, her skinnybody trembling like a leaf.
PTo the woman, Mandy had been a ruthless, cold-blooded demon. But now, facing Claire's daughter, her entire demeanor softened; all fury vanished, leaving only a gentle warmth in her eyes. Her voice was soft as a spring breeze: "It's all right, sweetheart. You're safe now. No one will ever hurt you again." The little girl was frozen in terror, wide eyes locked on Mandy's bloodied figure, her small frshaking uncontrollably.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"M-miss, who are you?" she whispered.
Mandy reached out, gently cupping her gaunt little face.
She looked so much like Claire.
Especially when Claire had just gotten out-so thin, so fragile. Hem face was was all sharplangles and hollow cheeks, those big, innocent eyes standing out even more.
For a moment, the child's face and Claire's overlapped in Mandy's mind.
Tears welled up instantly, spilling down Mandy's cheeks as her eyes Le turned red with emotion. "I'm... I'm your real mom's sister. You can callAunt Mandy."
"My real mom?" The little girl tilted her head, blinking those huge eyes, and pointed at the lifeless body on the floor. "Isn't she my real mom?"
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