For Eliana, for his mother, he was ready to kill this wretched woman to vent his anger.

Another round of agonizing screams filled the air. Zoey was beaten to the brink of death, then revived with saltwater, only to be beaten unconscious again.

But even in the midst of this brutality, Dylan couldn't find satisfaction. His eyes turned bloodshot, and he eyed the axe hanging by the door, contemplating finishing her off with a single swing.

"Stop..." In the moment the axe fell, Eliana stepped in, blocking him.

"Don't you want to kill her?" Dylan was puzzled. Compared to him, Eliana should harbor more hatred.

Eliana gave him a cold...