"I've already told you everything I know. Elena, as your aunt, can you please let me go?" Mrs. Smith pleaded pitifully, hoping to gain even a sliver of sympathy.
Elena rolled her eyes. It was far too late for this woman to play the 'aunt' card.
And even after admitting her part in her parents' deaths, she still had the nerve to beg.
'How dare you?' she sneered inwardly.
Ignoring her cries and desperate tone, she turned to Jetro and gave a cold command.
"Go drag out my uncle—he's probably still snoring in his room. It's time for a family reunion, isn't it, Aunt?"
Mrs. Smith, drained from her tears, stared silently at Elena with hollow eyes. She felt utterly lost, unable to comprehend how cruel Elena had become.
Meanwhile, Jetro still couldn't grasp the depth of hatred Elena held toward her relatives, but he obeyed without hesitation.
Their contract required it—no questions asked.
In this harsh, dog-eat-dog world, who was he to judge what was right or wrong?
