[Warning: Violence.]

"See what I can do to your family, Chloe. I kill them all, and I don't even need to use my hand," Vincent murmured. His eyes darkened with maliciousness as he imagined his wife's horrified expression when she realized that her little nephews and old mother had been murdered by her own sister.

"This is your punishment for leaving me. If you still refuse to show up and beg for forgiveness after this, then I'll show you something even more sinister, heheh…hehe hehh…." Vincent chuckled sinisterly before he turned around and drove his car away.

**

Chelsea felt her body floating as she walked back to her apartment. She didn't agree with Vincent's request at first, but she also didn't want him to leave.

She was close to obtaining the happy life she longed for, and nothing could stop her from getting that.

She stopped in front of her apartment door, staring at it for a while, thinking of the soon-to-be bloody scene inside.

'It doesn't matter,' Chelsea told herself. She had four sons with Tommy, and he ran away when she was at her lowest. Chelsea wasn't going to take care of four sons all by herself because that was honestly tiring. She also had an aging mother that was nothing but a dead weight. 'So it doesn't matter if I kill them or not. They are all just a burden for me, and if Vincent said that he doesn't want them, so do I.'

'All I want right now is my own happiness. I deserve to be happy after all the pain I experienced. It's unfair if Chloe is the only one that has a fulfilling life.'

Chelsea took a deep breath and opened the door.

She saw her mother sitting on her wicker chair again, watching TV while waiting for her to return.

Judith turned her head towards Chelsea and frowned, "Where have you been? Are you meeting someone?"

"…" Chelsea said nothing, but right now, she felt that her aging mother was an annoying old hag that she wanted to shut.

"Where are the boys?" Chelsea asked. She entered the apartment and locked the door. She took the key and pocketed it, making sure the boys couldn't run away while she stabbed them one by one.

"They're in their room. They had their dinner already, you can eat the rest in the kitchen," Judith said.

Chelsea walked to the kitchen, but her focus wasn't on the food on the dinner table. She went straight to the area near the sink, checking the knives she could use.

Judith watched her daughter's back and then lowered back to the TV. She sighed and said, "Chelsea, maybe you should try to contact Chloe somehow."

Chelsea paused, pulled the biggest knife she could find, and asked, "Why do you want to meet her? I thought she was dead in your eyes."

"I was emotional—angry and disappointed at Chloe because she cheated on Vincent back then," Judith confessed. "But I never want to get estranged with my daughter like this. I want to meet her again. I want to have a proper conversation so we can sort this o. Hopefullyly, I can persuade her to return to Vincent."

"I see…" Chelsea initially hesitated to kill her old mother because she thought that leaving her homeless was enough, and she didn't want to get her hands dirty. But hearing her trying to persuade Chloe back to Vincent, she had no other choice right now.

She knew that deep down, she stood no chance against Chloe. If Chloe actually returned to Vincent, then she'd get ditched again, and she wouldn't let that happen.

"I don't think you have time to meet her again, Mom," Chelsea said. She turned around and hid the knife behind her back.

She walked towards an unsuspecting old woman on the wicker chair.

Judith frowned, "Why not? Chloe is not a type who holds a grudge. Please, Chelsea, I know that you have a bad blood against her. But both of you are my daughters, I love you both equally."

Chelsea stopped and stood behind the wicker chair. With a malicious smile, she clenched the knife behind her, "Because I don't want my happiness to get robbed by that ungrateful whore. If you really want to meet her, then meet her in hell."

"Huh, what do you—" Judith looked up and saw Chelsea's joker-like smile as she raised her hand. Judith saw a sharp knife in her hand, and her eyes were wide open.

"DIE, OLD HAG!" Chelsea lunged the knife toward her mother. Judith was too old to fight back but could dodge the fatal strike.

Thus, Chelsea's knife stabbed her shoulder instead, "AHHHHH!" Judith howled in pain as she felt the sharp pain on her shoulder. Chelsea clicked her tongue and pulled the knife as quickly as possible.

Judith fell on the floor, with fresh blood seeping out from the open wound on her shoulder. Judith tried to get up, but her legs already gave up, and the pain made her weak.

"You're truly an annoying old bitch. Just stop moving and let me finish this, I have to meet my future husband as soon as possible!" Chelsea yelled.

Judith tried to crawl away from Chelsea, "What is wrong with you, Chelsea!?" She yelled as she tried to get away.

"What's wrong with me? Nothing," Chelsea shrugged. "I just want to make sure that I get what I deserve. He told me that he will give me everything as long as I have no more deadweight behind my back, so I have to kill you and those four useless little Tommys."

Judith's eyes widened; she didn't want to think like this, but a terrible prejudice was in her mind, "Did… Vincent told you to kill us all?"

Chelsea smirked from ear to ear, "Spot on. NOW DIE!"

Chelsea stabbed Judith on her back, and she screamed again. The second scream finally alerted the boys who were sleeping in their room.