"Amelia Cobb-----------."
"You are committing national murder, um…"
Yvonne Jones struggled to say something, but Isaac Fenton knew she couldn't say anything worthy, so he pushed her down again.
Not giving her the slightest chance to breathe.
Yvonne Jones struggled, holding onto the edge of the water tank as she strenuously attempted to save herself.
But Isaac Fenton had already pressed her down before she could even struggle.
Amelia Cobb sat under the eaves,
Coldly watching everything unfold.
As if Yvonne Jones's life and death were irrelevant to her, or even that she had longed for this day to come.
What about Ben Clinton?
He had a frown on his face.
He was conflicted.
Of course, he had seen Amelia's methods, and he knew the struggles she had been through to claw her way up from the brink of death.
During the time he had been with Amelia, he had also done a few things to help her along the way, but none of these involved taking anyone's life.
