Fristy Davis's eyes were bloodshot, fixated on the dagger pressed against Scarlett Glenn's neck; she could almost see the blade slicing through Scarlett Glenn's throat, blood spurting out.
If she could move, she would already have lunged forward to do the deed herself.
Dylan Young made a motion to act when Scarlett Glenn suddenly spoke up, "Wait... one last question before I die."
Dylan Young paused, "Fine, seeing as you're about to die, I'll let you say a few last words to fulfill your final wish."
Fristy Davis's eyes were nearly bursting with fury as she scolded, "Dylan Young, don't give her any chance to talk, just do it, she must die..."
Dylan Young's gaze turned icy as he looked at Fristy Davis without any warmth, "I don't need you telling me what to do from the sidelines, unless you want me to consider siding with her."
Fristy Davis immediately dared not speak out; Dylan Young truly was capable.