Chapter 134

"Ah—"

Nicole Capra's scream pierced the air as she staggered back, clutching her shoulder, her face twisted in terror. "Andrew! She's gone mad! She's trying to kill me!"

Susan Thompson's hand trembled around the kitchen knife. She knew she'd fallen into Nicole's trap again, but she had no choice left.

"Nicole Capra, die!"

The blade flashed forward—only to be caught mid-air by a strong, bony hand.

"Susan, that's enough!" Andrew Lucas's voice was icy.

Susan looked up into eyes that had once been tender. Now, they held nothing but disgust and fury.

"Andrew, move!" Her voice was hoarse. "She killed Daniel! She killed Bella Quinn! She killed Ethan Sullivan!"

Nicole hid behind Andrew, the ghost of a smirk playing on her lips. "Sister, please calm down..."

"Shut up!" Susan's entire body shook. "Were you calm when you spat on Ethan's ashes?"

Andrew's brow furrowed. "Susan, you're insane."

"Yes, I am!" Susan laughed wildly. "I lost my mind the day you murdered Daniel!"

She wrenched her hand free and lunged at Nicole again. The knife gleamed coldly under the lights.

"Thud—"

Andrew sidestepped, sending Susan crashing to the floor. The knife skittered away with a sharp clatter.

"Andrew..." Nicole whimpered weakly in his arms. "It hurts..."

Blood bloomed across her white down jacket like a poppy in full bloom.

Andrew scooped Nicole up, pausing only to cast Susan one final glance. "You belong in a mental institution."

Susan lay on the ground, staring at her trembling hands. The bandage on her left wrist was soaked with blood, her right wrist swollen and purple.

"Nicole Capra..." she whispered. "You'll die a wretched death..."

Over Andrew's shoulder, Nicole flashed a triumphant smile, mouthing silently: "You lose."

Sirens wailed in the distance. Susan gazed at the ceiling, suddenly remembering that rainy night four years ago.

Back then, Andrew would hold an umbrella for her. He'd call her "Susie."

Now, he carried her enemy away without a backward glance.

With great effort, Susan pushed herself up and retrieved the bloodstained knife.

"This isn't over..." She wiped blood from her lips. "Blood debts must be paid in blood."

Outside, snow began to fall—just as cold as that night four years ago.