No one knew who had called the police or alerted the mental hospital staff.
Frightened, Cedric gripped my mother tighter, the knife tip pressing into her skin, making her frown in pain.
“Cedric, calm down, don’t hurt my mother.
Lavinia slapped me across the face, her expression full of anger. “Phineas, why did you call the police and let people come? Didn’t I already tell you? You cannot send Cedric to that kind of place.”
I tried to explain it wasn’t me, but she wouldn’t listen.
Cedric had already lost control, the scissors stabbing toward my mother’s throat as blood spurted out.
I froze, struck as if lightning hit me, then rushed forward and used the moment to knock Cedric down with a single punch.
He fell hard into the wine rack, bottles shattering and liquor spilling over him.
Always claiming to care so much for my mother, Lavinia ignored the blood pouring from her neck and only worried over the uninjured Cedric.
I held my mother, pressing her wound with trembling hands, my face pale with fear as I shouted, “Save my mother, quickly!”