Logan stood frozen, his mouth opening slightly but no words coming out. He had no defense—just silent shame as the scolding echoed in his ears.
His wife, her face smeared with blood, saw her husband's uselessness and decided to change tactics. She softened her expression, her voice turning gentle as she played the family card.
"Sera, we're family," she pleaded, forcing a pitiful smile. "After your grandfather passed, we're all you have left. We know we were wrong. Just this once, please forgive us. Let us return home. When we get back, your uncle and I will do everything we can to make up for the past."
She put on the act of a kind, remorseful aunt.
But kindness wouldn't work. Maybe if she tried playing the role of a younger, more naive aunt, it could have worked—but not with Sera.
Alex sat quietly to the side, watching the pathetic performance unfold.
Sera's patience snapped. Her eyes darkened, and she pushed to her feet, rage burning in her chest.
