Despite her strenuous struggle, Winnie had not been able to fend off the two security guards who eventually managed to restrain her.
And her knife was thrown to the ground.
Glaring at Anthony, Winnie continued to yell, "You must die, you son-of-a-bitch! Die now!
"HaHaHa, your time has come. Go meet your creator, both you and Lily Yates! Just die, all of you. Die..."
Winnie's eyes gleamed when she noticed the blood spurting from Anthony's stomach.
She wished with all her heart that he would drop dead in the next second.
Noting that Winnie had been restrained by the security guards, Anthony heaved a sigh of relief.
Not wishing to waste time talking to Winnie, he pleaded with the people around him, "Call 911. Help me. Please help me..."
Looking at Michael who was standing by the side, he wailed, "Son, help me. I'm sorry for everything that I've done. Please help me."
He then turned to Grandmother, "Mom, help. Help me..."
