After Pamela lost her grip on reality, Helen took charge of the household, naturally asserting her dominance over everyone. Whatever Helen commanded, they did without question!

Though these two maids were initially hired by Clayton, they had long been swayed by Helen's influence.

Pamela's once-loyal confidantes were either dead or incapacitated, all discreetly removed from the Hawkins estate by Helen. Seated at the head of the dining table, Helen regarded the maids with a chilling detachment, her gaze fixed upstairs.

Moments later, Pamela came rushing down, panic written all over her face,

"Where's Irene? Have you seen my Irene? Where could she be? She's not at home!"

The kneeling servants remained silent, as Helen glanced at the shattered porcelain mug beside her, eyeing Pamela coldly,

"I know where your daughter is. Come here, and I'll tell you."

Pamela's eyes lit up, falling right into the trap as she hurried over,

"You do? Where's my Irene?"

As she spoke, her foot found the broken porcelain!

shards pierced through her

in pain and fell, her hands landing on the sharp

reaction was childlike, tears flowing freely as she cried

hurts, waaah, it

watched impassively, offering no

a brief moment of weeping, Pamela looked up at Helen again, "Where's Irene?

as

eyes widened

be dead, she won't die,

was taken by

bones! She bled out, attracting a pack of wild dogs that tore her apart and devoured her

became erratic,

is alive... waaah... my

she cried, the more Helen enjoyed it, "I'm not lying. Ask them if you

quickly nodded, exaggerating the

ripping her arm

before she died, she kept crying and calling for you, over and over again: 'Mommy, save me, Mommy, it hurts, Mommy,

let out a

knife twisting in

All of you, liars, waaah,

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