I drove the knife half an inch into Margaret’s arm, looking down coldly at Daniel.
“An accident? My son has always been obedient—he would never climb to the rooftop on his own. How could he just fall?”
“And why were you in such a rush to cremate him? You didn’t even let me see him one last time. He was the child I carried for ten months!”
“I’ll say it again. If you don’t hand over the killer within thirty minutes, this knife will pierce her chest.”
As the knife tip moved higher, gasps of horror rippled through the crowd.
Margaret’s hand was covered in blood, her whole body shaking with pain and fear.
The atmosphere was suffocating.
No one dared make a sound, afraid that any noise might push me over the edge.
The bodyguards slowly closed in from all sides, exchanging silent signals.
They were waiting for a chance to pull me away.
Someone finally shouted:
“She’s gone mad! She’s going to drag others down with her!”
“Margaret is such a kind and gentle lady! How could Grace do something so heartless?”
“She’s Daniel’s mother, his most respected parent! Grace thinks she can do anything just because Daniel loves her? He won’t forgive this!”