[As for why he stabbed your mother, maybe it was just ordinary anger.]
[I’ve already spoken with the police. This is our family’s matter, we can solve it privately. Just pay some money, and it’ll be fine.]
I gripped my phone so tightly my hands shook, fury boiling inside me until I thought I would explode.
Why? Why did she still release him when he had already killed? Normal results?
Damn. I was sure Lavinia’s hands were behind this.
In that instant, I sobered completely. I picked up the phone and called her.
“Why did you still let him out? He already killed someone!”
“But the one he killed was the person who provoked him. You and your mother are the ones who trigger him. Cedric won’t kill people casually.”
“So if you want things to stay fine, just go along with him. Don’t set him off.”
“You have to understand, when mentally ill people kill, they don’t get sentenced…”
The call dragged on, almost every word defending Cedric. There was no point in continuing.
I hung up and, with numb steps, walked into the operating room. Taking one last look at my mother’s face, I still broke down, crying like a child.