After looking at the dead bodies of his two sons, the pot-bellied man felt pain. His chest tightened, and for a brief second he almost lost his balance.
But he didn't dare linger there anymore. After bowing towards the group of women. His bow was stiff and shallow, more from fear than respect.
He quickly started walking towards the exit. Each step felt strangely heavy, yet he forced himself to move faster.
Vanessa, Maeve, and the rest just watched him leave in silence, staying true to their words. Their gazes were calm, completely devoid of pity.
They looked at the dead bodies and sighed. First, that man had made his sons poisonous to society, and in the end, this was the result. The smell of blood lingered faintly in the air.
Normally, parents would rather die than hurt their own children like this, and children usually wouldn't turn against their parents. It was one of those basic truths of the world.
