Avery sighed and flopped on the leather chair. She opened her laptop and plugged the pen drive in.
"What are you hiding, Albert?"
She clicked on the file V.I.R.U.S., and the tabs opened. Names flooded the screen - faces, profiles, and victims. She paused on a picture. Her breath hitched when she clicked on the picture.
"Mom?" A tear burned down her cheek. Her lips quivered. Her mother was among the victims in this file.
"They picked the wrong person."
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Suzzy groaned. She squinted her eyes to scan her surroundings. The smell of antiseptic hit her. Her brows furrowed - then it all clicked.
"You're awake."
Suzzy flinched. She turned to her side, and her face drained of colour.
"W- Where is Samuel?"
Alex stepped towards her, slow and deliberate.
"I'm going to ask you for the last time. Where is Avery?"
"I don't know."
Alex clenched and unclenched his fist. He gritted his teeth.
"You think you can lie to me?" he barked
Suzzy's hands shook against the sheets.
"I'm telling you the truth. The last time I saw her was last week... she went shopping with us."
Alex scoffed. He forced himself to remember - she wasn't his to touch.
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Time had passed, and he still hadn't found his wife. Every time he saw Veronica, his hand itched to close around her throat. He chose to avoid her before everything got out of hand.
-UK-
"We still need information about the main laboratory of Albert," Avery said to the person on the phone.
She hurled the phone at the wall. She dragged in a sharp breath, forcing herself to steady.
She strode to her desk and yanked the drawer open. She grabbed a new phone. She had gotten used to breaking phones.
-Edison Household-
Katherine waved at the new maid. The maid froze. She forced her feet to move.
"It's time for the young master's food."
The maid's hand trembled at her side. Charles had been unpredictable since he lost his legs. He'd already killed most of the maids in this house.
"Why are you still here?" Katherine asked
The maid nodded and took the tray from the island. Charles' room had been moved to the end of the hallway.
He pulled the door open. The door creaked open, sending a chill down his spine. The smell of blood hit him the moment he walked into the room.
"Master Charles. Y- your breakfast."
He stepped over a body and moved to the table.
Charles turned to face him. A slow smile spread across his lips.
"Come here with the food," he said.
"E-excuse me?"
"I want the tray on my lap."
The maid swallowed down a lump and nodded. He bent to place the tray on Charles' lap - then felt something cold pressed against his neck.
"Goodbye," Charles whispered in his ear. Then he slit his throat.