Sophie screamed, “Please stop hitting my mom!”
Clara, annoyed by the noise, snapped viciously:
“That thieving brat—break her hand!”
Rage exploded inside me.
“If you dare touch Sophie, I’ll fight you to the death!”
My daughter was my everything—shy, intelligent, and gifted in art.
She had won countless children’s painting competitions, and her teacher had predicted she would one day shine in the art world.
She practiced every single day, never once slacking.
If her hand was destroyed, it would be a lifelong regret.
But Clara only smirked.
“Hurts, doesn’t it? Who told your daughter to steal? Since you won’t teach her, I’ll do it for you!”
She ordered the guards to pin me down, then yanked Sophie away.
With a cruel stomp, she crushed her heel onto Sophie’s right hand.
The sickening sound of bones snapping echoed.
Sophie convulsed in agony, her screams piercing the air.
The onlookers couldn’t bear it any longer, shouting for her to stop.
But Clara snarled:
“Anyone who interferes, I’ll smash you too!”
My heart raced wildly, my vision blurred.
Only one thought remained in my mind—Clara must die.
Sophie, overwhelmed by the pain, fainted.
Yet Clara still wasn’t satisfied.