Grandmother Moore's eyes flashed wide as she said barely discernible words. "Emily, be cautious. Prevent her from winning.
Emily clasped her grandmother's hand and held her carefully, tears welling in her eyes. She could tell that the person who had been her rock of strength was dying.
"Rhea, what have you done?" Emily inquired, her voice shaking with surprise and wrath.
Rhea smirked coldly and without sorrow. "Don't you want her to survive?" You will then follow my precise instructions. She won't make it without you."
Emily was confined. She knew she couldn't give in to Rhea's devious demands, but she also knew she couldn't let her grandma die. As Jake moved forward, the tension in the room was evident, and his eyes blazed with rage.
"Rhea, you've gone too far," Jake said in a quiet, ominous voice. "This ends now."
