Finally, I lifted my gaze toward her, silently pleading. But she only looked down at me with a sneer.
"Sister, you're really stupid," she said, laughing. "Did you actually believe me? I've hated you for eight years! How could I let you go?"
"If I had known you were so easy to deceive, I wouldn't have had to plan for eight years!"
Her laughter grew manic. With a flick of her hand, the men resumed throwing the remains toward the dog.
"No—!" I lunged forward, but one of the bodyguards kicked me hard, slamming me to the floor.
They held my head down, forcing me to watch as my children were devoured before my eyes.
"Stop... please stop..." My voice broke. I could barely breathe through the sobs.
"Patricia!" I screamed, tears streaming. "I'll make you pay with your life for what you've done!"
Fueled by anguish, I charged toward her—aiming for the life in her belly. But before I could reach her, a guard kicked me aside.
Footsteps echoed in the corridor.
Patricia's expression shifted instantly. She slapped herself twice then tore her clothes, and knelt beside me, sobbing.
"Sis, I'm sorry! Please don't hurt my baby!"
"Patricia! Are you alright?"
Weston burst through the door, rushing to her side.