"Yes?"
Collin's voice was low, almost mocking.
The next second his foot slammed into George's side.
Thud!
George's body jerked from the impact, a pained groan escaping his lips as he curled slightly, still trying to regain his senses.
Kathrine let out a terrified scream.
"Stop! Please stop!" she cried, her small voice breaking as tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks.
But Collin didn't stop.
Another kick.
And another.
Each blow harsher than the last.
It was as if all the fear, frustration, and desperation inside him had finally found an outlet.
"Bastard… sticking your nose where it doesn't belong…" Collin muttered through gritted teeth, his eyes dark with fury.
George tried to lift his head, his vision spinning, his body refusing to cooperate.
"Kath…rine…" he managed to whisper weakly.
That single word—
Was enough to make Collin snap further.
"Still worried about her?" he scoffed, delivering one final brutal kick.
George's body went still.
Completely still.
