"Get the doctor, quickly!" My mother yelled as I cried, wracked with pain. Victor stood off to the side, watching me as tears streamed down my face.
"Everybody out!" Victor bellowed.
"What?! She needs a doctor!" My mother protested.
"I know. Leave," he replied coldly, giving her a piercing stare.
"Damn it, Victor, she's my daughter!"
"And that's precisely why she's still alive, in case you haven't grasped that," Victor retorted in a low, chilling tone reminiscent of Archer. The realization hit me—did he suspect my involvement in this?
"Victor, I swear I don't know anything!" I sobbed, as the room emptied, leaving only the three of us at the dining table.
Victor took a few steps towards me, joining me by my side. I could feel the sting from the broken glass and shattered plates embed
