“Ahh—”

“Viole, what happened to you? Where are you now?” Quentin Zimmer asked frantically after being taken by surprise.

“I-I’m in Wayne Larsen’s house. B-Brother’s penis has been torn off. There’s a lot of blood. There’s so much blood! Dad, come and save me, quick! He’s going to kill us. I don’t want to die!” Viole Zimmer’s heart-wrenching cries on the phone no longer sounded like her arrogant self from before. Previously, when she looked at Alex Rockefeller, she treated him like a worthless,