The once untouchable "Madam", who had schemed and strutted with arrogance for years, was now pinned helplessly to the ground, gasping and choking like a dog beneath the very boy she had once scorned.
"She was finally able to utter words: "You bastard, how dare you attack me? Let me go, bastard!!!"
Her once-dignified hair was in disarray, her face pale and twisted as she clawed at Thomas's grip. Yet even now, humiliation wasn't enough—her arrogance still flared.
"What are you standing there for?!" she screamed at the Clan Leader, eyes blazing with fury. "Take care of your bastard son! Kill him! Kill him now!!"
The Clan Leader's expression shifted—shock, hesitation, and even a trace of guilt flickered across his face. He hadn't expected his third son, once cast aside like a cripple, to return with such monstrous strength.
Thomas's lips curled into a cold, mocking smile as he pressed her head deeper into the ground.
