Issac's body bore numerous wounds and injuries, visible as he ran, his hand pressed against his bleeding mouth, his gaze fixed forward without a glance back.
Coming to a halt, he scanned the area, his breath ragged. "Just you wait," he muttered defiantly, his voice strained. "I'll get my revenge on all of you." With determined steps, he moved forward, each stride heavy with unresolved anger.
Meanwhile, Helen and Victor held Daniel firmly, preventing him from pursuing Issac further. This marked the first time Daniel had ever felt the urge to take someone's life, a realization that weighed heavily on him. Both Helen and Victor understood the gravity of the situation; allowing Daniel to act on his impulse would only lead to regret later.
"Daniel, calm down. He's gone. Don't let him get to you," said Victor, his grip firm as they stood outside under the dim glow of the streetlights.
