Suzy's mockery cut like a blade.
Even someone as dense as George could hear it—she wasn't here to help. She was here to watch them fall.
His chest heaved violently with anger, his bound hands clenching tight behind his back.
To be seen in such a humiliating, wretched state by Suzy—it burned through his reason like poison fire.
He had already harbored deep resentment toward her over the contract incident. The chaos of the apocalypse, and her sudden disappearance, had only pushed those feelings aside.
But now...
She had reappeared.
And not only that, she had witnessed him at his lowest.
How could he possibly accept this?
The thought that she might have been watching them all along through the surveillance cameras only made his fury surge even higher.
"Suzy! Is this how you speak to your father?!" he roared. "You knew something had happened at home, didn't you? And you just stood there watching?! Has your conscience been eaten by dogs?!"
