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Chapter 7
Emily Cooper's forehead slammed against the cold marble floor with a sickening crack.
"Sophia Chen, it was Justin! He's the one who pushed you down the stairs!" she shrieked, her voice raw with desperation. "It had nothing to do with me! If you want revenge, take it out on him!"
Justin's head snapped up, his bloodshot eyes blazing with rage.
"You lied to me?" he roared.
Emily let out a wild, shrill laugh, no longer bothering to pretend. "You idiot. A few photoshopped pictures, and you swallowed every word like a fool!"
"You bitch!" Justin howled, breaking free from the bodyguards. He lunged at Emily like a rabid animal, his hands clamping down on her throat.
Emily fought back just as viciously, clawing at the bloody wounds already torn open on his face, leaving gruesome red streaks down his cheeks.
I watched their pathetic struggle without a flicker of emotion, only signaling the bodyguards to step in when Emily's eyes started to roll back in her head.
"I told you," I said quietly, my voice like a blade. "I'll avenge my child myself."
The iron rod scraped across the marble floor with a harsh, grating screech.
Both Justin and Emily flinched in terror—Justin even pissed himself, the stench rising into the heavy air.
"P-please... don't kill me..." he whimpered.
Just as I raised the rod, the doors slammed open.
William Cooper stumbled in, leaning heavily on his cane.
"Stop this!" he rasped, his voice broken with age.
Justin, desperate, scrambled toward him like a drowning man reaching for a lifeline. "Grandfather! Save me! She's gonna kill me!"
William looked like he had aged a lifetime overnight. His back was hunched, his breathing shallow, his eyes clouded with sorrow and regret.
"Sophia..." he said hoarsely. "Justin's crimes are unforgivable. He deserves death."
My grip tightened around the iron rod until my knuckles turned bone white.
Everyone knew how much William Cooper had doted on Justin.
If he was here now, it could only mean one thing—he wasn't ready to watch his precious grandson die.
But what about my child?
That tiny, fragile life that once kicked and moved inside me—who would fight for him? Who would make sure he was avenged?
With a heavy thud, William dropped to his knees before me.
"Justin lost his parents when he was young," he said, his voice shaking. "His mistakes are my failures. Let this old man pay the price."
Justin screamed and clawed at his grandfather's robe. "Grandfather, are you crazy?! Save me!"
William swung his cane with surprising force, cracking it across Justin's back.
"You disgrace!" he roared. "Kneel and beg for her forgiveness!"
Realizing there was no way out, Justin collapsed at my feet, groveling like a broken dog.
William bowed his head low.
"If you must kill someone," he said, "then kill me first. Let me meet Justin's parents with a shred of dignity left."
My hands trembled, the weight of the moment pressing down on me.
This man—once a titan of power—now knelt before me like an old tree battered by a merciless storm.
The iron rod slipped from my fingers, clattering against the marble with a metallic screech, sparks flaring up as it hit the ground.