Feliciana, the younger sister, was holding a Barbie doll and sobbing uncontrollably.
Upon hearing the gunshots, the guards rushed in.
This was the residence of the Northern Army's high command, naturally guarded. When they entered and saw Casare holding a weapon, they looked at each other in shock.
"Sir, please calm down," the leading officer hurriedly said.
"Lock her up, and without my orders, no one is allowed to approach her."
The team leader was stunned. A son imprisoning his own mother?
"I am your mother, Casare! Are you really that heartless?" Camila Sodi yelled loudly.
Casare pursed his lips, resolutely turned around, and as he left, the wailing behind him made him feel intense pain in his heart.
He ran into the study, picked up the phone, his hands trembling. His eyes revealed sadness, and his cheeks were puffed up from biting.
But he eventually made the call.
"Hello, boss, I have something to report to you."
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