"Pamela, don't kill me!"

"I'm your sister, I really know I was wrong, please spare me!"

The mansion was in chaos. The bloody stench that filled the air made the place seem like a Shura hell, and Dora Oliver crawled at Pamela Oliver's feet like a dog that had lost its home.

Pamela, shrouded in an aura of malevolence, stood amongst a pile of corpses like a Raksha of the dark night.

She sneered coldly. Her gouged out eye was like an empty abyss, while the other was congested with bloody vessels. "Spare you? Then who will spare me! Who will spare my Brandon!"

Her Brandon was only thirty-four years old! He was still so young!

Five years ago, she was Brandon Bryce's wife. But she misjudged people. For the sake of the scum Donald Bryce, she even forced him to divorce her under the threat of death!

Then she was admitted to a mental asylum by the same scum Donald. She wished for death but couldn't die.

One of her eyes was gouged out, all the toes on her foot were chopped off, and even one hand was cut off... And they even told her that Brandon had done all this.

She survived for five years by feigning insanity, piecing together the truth from her foggy memory.

It was then that she learned that the ones who harmed her, coaxed her, and lied to her were Donald and Dora all along! And Brandon, the one who always loved her and spoiled her, had been frantically searching for her for five years.

She now understood everything, and wanted only to see him, to apologize to him in person, to say…

But…he was dead!

His life was cut short in his prime!

Today, Donald was celebrating Brandon's death at Platinum Bay, celebrating that he finally replaced Brandon and became the leading figure in the northern business world.

How could Pamela possibly allow them to get what they wish!

Donald and Dora are devils, they are beasts, they deserve to die, they should go down to the eighteenth layer of hell!

Just ten minutes ago, Donald had already died.

He died under her gun, unrecognizable, beyond recognition.

Now, it's Dora's turn!

Pamela tilted her head to look at Dora, who was paralyzed on the ground with fear written all over her face. The gun in her hand was already aimed at Dora, with a smile playing at the corner of her mouth.

"Let me go, please... I didn't want this... It's all Donald's doing!"

"It's he who harmed you, who harmed Brandon's family. It's all his fault!"

Dora shrunk her trembling body as much as possible, begging bitterly.

Pamela sneered but didn't shoot yet. Seeing this, Dora immediately got up and ran.

The next second!

"Bang!"

The gunshot sounded, a bullet penetrated Dora's temple, she fell to the ground with a thud.

Pamela looked at her with hateful eyes, "Forgive? Absolutely impossible!"

"None of you will survive! Don't even think about running!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Pamela fired shots at the woman who had already fallen to the ground, one after another.

"Ah…" Pamela was nearly hysterical.

In the empty villa, the only sounds were gunshots and her screams.

"Brandon, Pamela has avenged you and your family."

"They're all dead!"

Pamela's tone suddenly softened, a smile appearing on her face. However, her face covered in blood and scars made this softness particularly eerie.

Finally... everything was over...

Dragging her battered body, Pamela moved slowly towards the door. Just as she was leaving, the cry of a child echoed, "Mommy…"

Pamela followed the sound, her sorrow replaced with shock.

The child looked incredibly like her and Brandon.

That was her child…