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

and fell, her hands landing on the sharp porcelain, blood instantly pooling from several

childlike, tears flowing freely

hurts, it hurts,

maids watched impassively,

of weeping, Pamela looked up at Helen

as she cruelly stated,

eyes widened

Irene can't be dead,

was tragic! She was taken by beggars, left

she fell off a cliff, breaking her arms and legs, shattering her bones! She bled out, attracting a pack of wild dogs that

breathing became erratic, her cries

daughter is alive... waaah...

the more Helen enjoyed it, "I'm not

nodded, exaggerating

hunting dogs were brutal, ripping her arm off in one bite.

again: 'Mommy, save me, Mommy, it hurts, Mommy, where are

a wail, her heartache

knife twisting in her

of you, liars, waaah,

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