"Mr. Luther,"
Grandma.Porter spoke cautiously, her voice trembling slightly as she met Sinclair's stormy gaze.
"If we stop now, all our efforts will be for nothing."
Seeing the darkness in his eyes deepen, she quickly added, "Everything Mrs. Luther has endured so far... it would all be in vain."
Sinclair knew the process of transferring the poison worm all too well.
They were only halfway through.
The real agony was yet to come.
"I won't repeat myself."
His voice was icy as he drew the gun from his coat, its cold metal glinting under the dim light.
For a few tense seconds, he aimed it at Iris before slowly shifting the barrel toward Micheal.
His lips curled into a chilling smile.
"If you don't stop now, I'll put a bullet through his skull."
Every person in this room had been brought here by Camilla. Harming any of them would break her heart.
So he'd use his own life instead.
Even if it meant death, he refused to let Camilla suffer.
