"Bitch!"
Joel Quinn grew anxious. He shouted loudly, raising the knife in his hand, ready to stab Claire Sullivan's back.
"Mom!"
Serena Sullivan shouted urgently.
She always hated herself for losing the use of her legs, unable to walk.
Seeing Claire being violently attacked by Joel Quinn, her heart was filled with a sense of helplessness. She wanted to rush forward to save Claire but fell heavily from the wheelchair to the ground.
Her outstretched hand was just a short distance from the knife, unable to reach it. Dragging her useless legs, she could only crawl forward.
Crawl! But how could she be faster than Joel Quinn's descending knife?
Serena raised her head, only able to watch the knife plunge into Claire's body, up and down, blood red everywhere.
"Help! Quickly, someone!"
