Wayne Bailey stood in front of her, holding a bowl of scalding oil in his hands.
"Stretch out your hand, Miss Xavier," his voice was cold and devoid of any emotion.
Anna Jadwin looked at him, a mocking smile on her lips as she stretched out her hand.
At the same moment, tears involuntarily slid down from the corners of her eyes.
"Pour it... Wayne Bailey, pour it down."
"..."
He thought it was a simple action, yet it felt like he was holding a heavy lead ball in his hands.
Leo sat on the couch, not quite understanding what was happening. It seemed like... they were fighting?
Noticing that Momom was crying and something was amiss, the little fellow jumped off the couch, anxious to run over.
A servant reached out and held him.
Leo struggled fiercely, fighting to break free.
Anna Jadwin reached out towards him, while Wayne Bailey held the bowl.
Already, splashes of oil had hit her face and neck. She was much shorter than him—
