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

fell, her hands landing on the

tears flowing freely

hurts,

watched impassively,

of weeping, Pamela looked up

was palpable as she cruelly stated, "She's

widened

My Irene can't be dead, she won't

She was taken by beggars, left hungry and

arms and legs, shattering her bones! She bled out, attracting a pack of wild dogs

became erratic,

is alive... waaah... my Irene

the more Helen enjoyed it, "I'm not lying. Ask

maids quickly nodded,

death was horrific, the hunting dogs were brutal, ripping her arm off in one bite. It was pitiful to see

crying and calling for you, over and over again: 'Mommy, save me, Mommy, it

a wail, her

knife twisting in

of you, liars, waaah,

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