“Mom~”

Tears streamed down Sylvia Newton’s face. Under the dim theater lights, she looked fragile and heartbroken, like she’d been struck by the world’s heaviest blow.

“Mom, I’ve suffered so much… why won’t Hope just leave me alone?”

Her hand brushed her cheek. After costly cosmetic treatments, the spider-web scars on her face were gone. She looked flawless, even more delicate and porcelain-like than before.

Her hand slid down to her waist, every movement a silent reminder to Mrs. Newton of how deeply Sylvia had been hurt by Hope in the past.

“Does Hope want me dead before she’ll stop?” Sylvia whimpered.

“No.” Mrs. Newton’s eyes burned crimson, like twin...