Joseph: voice lowered, almost a whisper.
"When I walked inside," Joseph said,
"the entire William mansion was silent…
like a graveyard."
Amber sis sat in the middle of the hall.
Blood everywhere.
Furniture broken.
Bodies gone still.
And Amber—
sitting on the sofa like a queen from hell.
Her hair was messy.
Her cloth torn.
Her hands stained.
Her eyes blood-red from hours without blinking.
But not a single tear.
She wasn't crying.
She was empty.
Yet dangerous.
Her gaze was fixed on the wall—
unmoving, cold, dead.
Joseph: swallowed.
"It was the most dangerous place I have ever stepped into," he said.
"And she… she was the most dangerous woman I had ever seen." 😨
The children hugged their blankets.
Emily : whispered, voice trembling. Why did she killed everyone..
Joseph nodded.
"Remember what I told you?"
"Amber sis was too intelligent.
Scary intelligent."
"She just needs to look at a room once—
at the expressions, the way things are placed—
and she can predict everything that happened."
"And the worst part?"
"She's always right." 😎
Thomas gulped.
"So… the dead girl is her little sister?"
Joseph closed his eyes.
"Yeah ."
His voice softened.
Amber's little sister.
The one she raised like her own child.
The room went silent.
Even Lussy, who always complained, didn't speak.
Lussy asked, voice small but angry:
"that man was my…?"
Joseph looked at her.
"…Natalie's husband."
All the kids froze.
Lussy covered her mouth.
Emily's hands shook.
Even Thomas flinched.
-
"When we arrived," Joseph continued,
"We found Rachel's body only because Amber covered her gently."
"She didn't rage blindly."
"She killed…"
"…because she knew exactly who destroyed Rachel."
Natalie survived—
barely.
She was found locked in a room, terrified and injured.
I carried her out my self once she woke up three days later.
Joseph sighed.
"Amber sis gave birth to Justin early… too early."
"She didn't even hold him.
Not even once."
"She left him in the hospital."
"Within one hour of labor—
she disappeared."
The kids were silent.
Their hearts heavy.
Justin slowly looked down at his own hands.
His jaw clenched, but he didn't cry.
He was used to pain.
Eric turned slightly and slipped his small hand into Justin's.
Justin squeezed back, gently.
Joseph ended the chapter softly:
"…And the rest—you already know."
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