Aldana Candi slowly withdrew her gaze, trembling as she raised a hand to cover her mouth. That nauseating feeling surged up once more, and this time, she couldn't control herself.
In an instant, Philip Shaw's vision was stained red.
A large mouthful of blood gushed from Aldana's fingers, splattering onto the dining table under the pressure, leaving a glaring red against the white marble surface.
Her body swayed, then collapsed onto the table. Tears kept falling from her closed eyes, mixing with the blood, as if she was shedding tears of blood.
Philip Shaw sat there, completely stunned. His usually confident face displayed panic for the first time.
He jumped up from his chair, his sudden movement even causing the chair behind him to topple over. He looked at the unconscious Aldana, with warm blood continuously flowing from her nostrils and corners of her mouth. In no time, the upper half of her body was soaked in blood.
