This time, I wasn't surprised at all.
Inside the ward, Agnes was sitting by the window, clutching a fruit knife in her hand.
"Dad, Mom, Spencer, Skyler. I'm so scared. I dreamed that they beat me again," she whimpered.
"They said they'd sell me to the hunchback in the village. Why didn't you find me sooner?"
Tears streamed down her face relentlessly.
Her heart-wrenching cries moved everyone present.
Even Stephen Saint, who'd long been hardened by the business world, had red eyes as he tried to soothe her. "Agnes, put down the knife. Come to Daddy! You're home now and I can give you anything you want!"
His wife, Addison Saint, the wealthy socialite, sobbed so hard she could barely breathe. "Agnes, you're Mommy's precious child! Please, sweetheart, come down now!"
Agnes began to mutter to herself, then pressed the knife against her own wrist. "But River doesn't like me. She said I don't deserve to be Mom and Dad's child, that I don't belong in the Saint Family at all."
"Then I might as well just die!" she screamed loudly as she stared at me with eyes full of hurt.
"River! Did you really say that to Agnes? Where did you get the nerve?"