NovelGoldChapter 394 "You'll die a miserable death..." Sophia spat through gritted teeth, her face twisted with defiance.
"I can't say what fate has in store for me," Mandy replied coolly, "but I guarantee you, your end will be far worse." She drew her knife and plunged it into Sophia's chest again, shredding her heart beyond repair.
Sophia died in agony, terror and hopelessness etched across her face.
Standing over the two bodies, Mandy let out a derisive snort. Without another glance, she turned and strode away.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIt wasn't until the next day that someone discovered Sophia and Garnett Brown's corpses. The police were called soon after.
Mandy sped down winding country roads, eventually arriving at a remote village.
Following the directions Sophia had given her, she finally stopped in front of a shabby house that didn't even have a fence.
She barely stepped out of the car before angry shouting reached her ears. "You little brat! Stealing your baby brother's food at your age-shameless! You're not even fit to eat real food. You deserve pig slop!" Mandy turned toward the commotion, just in tto see a scrawny child hurled out the front door like a rag doll. The tiny girl hit the ground hard, then burst into tears, sobbing, "Mommy, I didn't take his food! He dropped it, said he didn't want it, so I just picked it up... I'm so hungry..." A moment later, a middle-aged woman stormed outside, clutching a feather duster in her fist. Her face was broad and harsh, eyes burning with contempt.
"You filthy little wretch, still lying to me? God knows what kind of trash your parents were to produce a worthless thing like you," she spat.
"If it weren't for all those years I couldn't get pregnant, I'd never have bothered with a useless mouth like yours. Now that I finally have my precious son, you dare steal from him? Greedy little mongrel-let's see if a beating teaches you smanners." She cursed as she brought the feather duster down on the tiny girl-who couldn't have been more than two or three years old-again and again.
The child curled up, her cries growing louder with each lash, desperately begging, "Mommy, I'm sorry, I won't do it again, please, Mommy, please forgivedon't hitanymore!" But the woman didn't stop. If anything, her blows grew harder,cher anger mounting. The feather duster whistled through the air, every strike punctuated by the girl's piercing screams.
Blood quickly stained the little one's tattered clothes, trickling down her bruised arms and legs.
Mandy watched, her heart twisting painfully in her chest.
The child's face was almost an exact replica of Claire's when she was young.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMandy's expression went cold. She strode over and seized the feather duster mid-swing.
The whirled around to find herself face-to-face with a her hair pulled into a high et in a white shirt and pulled into a high ponytail.
The woman hesitated for a second, then sneered, "Who the hell are you? Mind your own business." Mandy flashed a smile, but there was nothing warm about it. "Ma'am, can I ask- this child, is her nTramp?"
Tramp. The nSophia had mentioned a cruel insult bestowed after the woman finally bore a son.
Sophia had kept in contact with this family, so she knew both the child's nand the fact that she was abused.
The woman's eyes narrowed, suspicion flickering in her gaze. "How you know that little mutt's name?" do you Mandy's smile only grew, her eyes colder than ever. "Good. Looks like I found the right place." "What are you talking about-?" the woman snapped, but here s her abdomen. Cont caught in her throat as pain She looked down, stunned to find a knife buried deep in her gut.
Mandy twisted the blade, the grisly sound filling the air.
"You like hurting my child?" Mandy whispered, her voice icy. "Well, your darling boy is about to lose his mother."
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