In her sleep, Rorey heard her mother shriek. She shot up from her bed.
She looked at the pitch-black room and thought that she had been dreaming.
Then, she heard her mother screaming again.
Without much consideration, she left her bed and rushed out of the room.
At the staircase, she saw the visitors standing in the living room.
Her expression changed as she rushed down, shouting and questioning, “Rosiley, why are you here?”
Rosiley turned around and saw Rorey rushing in full of anxiety. Her brows raised up as she thought to herself that it was better if everyone was around.
“This is my house, and I come and go as I wish. Should I inform you before coming here?” Rosiley smiled gently, but her eyes were filled with a murderous chill.
Rorey walked closer and saw Xenia Zhao frowning in pain on the sofa. She walked over and asked anxiously, “Mom, what’s wrong with you?”
“Rorey, you are here.” Xenia Zhao smiled.
“Um, I came down when I heard your voice.”
Then, she asked again. “Mom, where do you feel uncomfortable?”
“My hand.”
Xenia Zhao exposed her injured hand, and Rorey saw a circle of bruises on her wrist.
Rorey’s pupils focused as she glared at Rosiley and Corey. “Did you guys do this?”
Rosiley and Corey turned around to look at each other before their lips curled into a smile. “We did.”
“Rosiley!” Rorey stood up and stared intensely at them, squeezing a few words out of her mouth. “How dare you bully my mother?”
Rosiley’s chin tilted upwards as she stared back in rebuttal. “Why shouldn’t I dare to touch her? She killed my father.”
Her words stunned Rorey. “What did you say?”
Rosiley looked at her before turning her gaze to Xenia Zhao, who was behind her. “Did I stutter? Your mother killed my father!”
“Nonsense!” Rorey chided harshly. “Why would my mother kill my father?”
“Nonsense?” Rosiley laughed out loud. “I am not spouting nonsense! Just ask your mother.”
“She didn’t seem like she was spouting nonsense,” Rorey thought as she turned around to look at Xenia Zhao. Suspiciously, she asked, “Mom, are they telling the truth?”
At her daughter’s inquiry, Xenia Zhao merely replied, “Don’t believe her.”
Her words made Rorey believe Rosiley.
Her mother had really killed Seneca.
Killed.
A good murder!
Rorey could not hold back her laughter.
Rosiley and Corey stared at each other and frowned, curious to why she was laughing.
Fortunately, Rorey quickly explained herself.
“Mom, that’s a Zevtastic murder. Seneca was an old man, already half-dead, and he deserved to die faster.”
Hearing that, Rosiley and Corey’s faces turned gloomy.
They had never seen someone so heartless and so lacking in conscience.
Rosiley took a deep breath. “Rorey, aren’t you afraid of karma?”
“Karma?!” Rorey laughed out crazily. “If it brings you suffering, I don’t mind anything!”