The moment Edric and Monica stepped into the villa, they were met with blood. The entire house looked like a battlefield.
Monica's legs nearly gave out when she saw Lucas lying on the ground.
His body was covered in whip marks. His clothes were soaked red. He barely looked human anymore.
"W... what happened?"
Then Edric saw the nine Moretti brothers standing in the living room. The color drained from his face.
Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees.
"This is my fault. I failed to raise my son properly. I'm sorry you all had to come here. I deserve to die."
George let out a cold laugh. Carefully, he tucked the blanket around me before standing.
"You're right. Even if we executed you a hundred times, it wouldn't be enough. Our sister has been treasured since the day she was born
