All the guests at the scene were dumbfounded, utterly unable to recover from the shock.
Hannah Ford's face was deathly pale, as Charles Coldwell belittled her mercilessly.
Her face was covered in blood, her hands tightly covering her nose and mouth.
Yet the blood wouldn't stop flowing, seeping incessantly through the gaps between her fingers.
The pain was unbearable. She could barely breathe, let alone speak, without aggravating the fractured bones in her nose.
"Why... why…?" Hannah cried out to Charles Coldwell.
She clung to her nose, enduring the severe pain.
Each word she spoke felt as though someone was bluntly stabbing her nerves.
But at that moment, Hannah seemed to no longer feel the pain.
Tearfully, she painfully questioned, "Why, why me?!"
She didn't understand, she really didn't.
Since she wasn't Charles Coldwell's daughter, why did he choose her?
Ha, 'kill the chicken to scare the monkey,' she was just a pawn.
