Sherry's legs gave out beneath her. She collapsed to her knees, trembling.
"Ms. Ross... please! Please spare me!"
Lydia didn't respond. The silence in the living room was suffocating.
Cold sweat streamed down Sherry's temples as panic completely took over. Helplessly, she turned to Violet, the only person who might still save her.
At that moment, Lydia calmly raised a hand. "Take her to the old well in the backyard. Throw her in. Consider it repayment for what Violet almost suffered."
"Yes, ma'am."
Two bodyguards in black stepped forward and grabbed Sherry by both arms, dragging her toward the door.
Sherry completely lost it. "You can't do this! You can't just decide someone's fate like this! How is anyone supposed to accept that?"
Lydia looked at her with icy amusement. "Really? W
