Bradley said indifferently, “Place it down.”

Sally obediently set the box on the table.

Bradley glanced at Esther, smiled wickedly, and beckoned, “Esther, come here and open your gift.”

Esther clutched the rifle and wondered why he had a gift for her.

As Bradley began counting, “One, two…”

Before he could reach three, Esther approached and casually discarded the rifle.

The pink box was beautifully wrapped, but an unexplainable urge to flee washed over her as she gazed at it.

it,” Bradley coldly

but proceeded to unwrap the gift. The pink bow, perhaps due to it being a gift, was elegantly tied and easy

tug on one corner of the pink satin bow, and it came apart

a severed hand, covered

collapsed. It felt as though her eyes were deceiving her. She glanced at the hand, nearly

her voice, her lips quivering. “Whose hand

asked with a faint

at the severed hand, which made her

of all her strength. The idea that

Whose hand was it?

to stand, but she was

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