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!

pierced through her soft

fell, her hands landing on the sharp porcelain, blood instantly

flowing freely as she

hurts, it hurts,

maids watched impassively, offering no

of weeping, Pamela looked up

was palpable as she cruelly stated,

widened

can't be dead, she won't die, she

dead! And her death was tragic! She was taken by beggars, left hungry and cold, and

her bones! She bled out, attracting a pack

breathing became erratic,

lying! My daughter is alive... waaah... my Irene is

enjoyed it, "I'm not lying. Ask them if you don't

maids quickly nodded,

brutal, ripping her arm off in one bite. It was pitiful to see her

and over again: 'Mommy, save me, Mommy, it hurts, Mommy, where

out a wail,

a knife twisting in her

All of you, liars, waaah,

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