Charlotte faltered in her steps and looked at the stage in horror.
Helena was stabbed in the stomach. Her eyes had gone wide with disbelief as she glanced at Timothy, then at her stomach.
Despite that, it was deep enough to draw blood and stain her white wedding gown with it.
Appalled, Hector remained paralyzed to the spot, unable to react for a long time.
He probably never expected his three-and-a-half-year-old son would stab his new wife with scissors.
He thought that his son was too young to understand anything. Hence, as long as he hid everything from Timothy, it would be as if nothing had happened. He would still be that perfect father his son adored and looked up to.
Little did he know that his son’s sense of awareness had long since been awakened; he had observed and remembered all of his father’s bad deeds. In fact, each and every one of those deeds was engraved into his heart.
“Ahhh!” A few female relatives screamed in terror.
Helena collapsed to the ground, clutching her stomach with one hand while using the other one to fiercely grasp Timothy’s neck. With a terrifying look on her face, she screamed, “You bas*ard. You killed my child! I’ll kill you! I’m going to kill you-”
“No!” Julia ran forward to pull Timothy behind her. “He’s just a child, Helena. Please spare him.”
“Get lost!” Helena clambered forward, still bent on strangling Timothy, but Hector bolted over to protect his son. “Stop it. Let’s go to the hospital first.”
“Let go of me! I wanna kill that bas*ard! I’ll kill him-”
Helena went berserk, roaring as though she was possessed.
Steven had someone take Helena to the hospital by force. Then, he whipped his head back at Timothy and ordered, “Take down that bas*ard!”
“Yes!”
“No…” Samuel stepped forward to shield his grandson. “Steven, he’s just a child.”
“Yet, he already tried to kill someone. Are you sure he’s a child, or a demon?”
“Steven…”
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