Henry was so anxious that he didn't realize Michael was standing at the other end of the alleyway, waiting for him to finish the job.
"Did you do it?" Michael asked, snapping Henry out of his daze.
"I did," Henry replied lightly. "That bitch is dead, finally."
Michael nodded.
He clenched his fist as he felt he should be the one who killed Sarah. He was Henry's right-hand man, after all, and he also had his grudge against that cunt.
But Henry insisted, saying that he should be the one to end it all.
"You shouldn't have stained your hand with her blood," Michael said as he felt guilty. "It's my job."
"And it's also your job to obey my command," Henry rebuked. "Kate doesn't need to know about what I did. Even if she did, she wouldn't hate me for it. She was the one who meticulously planned Erin's frozen hell. She is far more than just a sweet lady."
