Chapter 8

Several burly men suddenly burst through the doorway.

Lily, disregarding the wound on her forehead, clutched her stomach and retreated with a terrified expression.

"Rylan! Have you lost your mind? The child in my belly is your own nephew, a bloodline of the Sterling family!"

Rylan, however, acted as if he'd just heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Yeah, I have lost my mind! My darling is gone, what's a nephew compared to that?"

"Drag her to the secret room, cut that bastard out of her belly. Remember to be careful, keep the finger bones. After all, Miss Bennett likes to make prayer beads out of finger bones."

"I imagine using her own son's finger bones would make them even more potent."

Moments later, blood-curdling screams echoed through the mansion, seemingly endless.

Meanwhile, my brother and I were organizing the evidence we had gathered over this period.