Mateo Scott opened his mouth, his lips trembling. He raised his hand to touch his face, feeling a warm and wet sensation, and his palm was covered in red...
"Blood... it's blood..." Mateo screamed, his body violently trembling as he grabbed hold of Granny Smith's hand. "Grandma... grandma... save me, he's going to kill me..."
Lucas Smith rolled his eyes in contempt and cursed, "What a coward!"
The surgical knife in John's hand was one that he had carried with him for many years. Its blade was thin and sharp, quickly cutting across Mateo's left cheek, leaving an about 1.57 inches long, 0.2 inches deep cut, perfectly straight and horizontal. Because the blade was too thin, the blood flowed slowly.
Granny Smith was so angry that she couldn't catch her breath, pointing at John and stutteri
