"What are you still standing there for?"
Mega barked, his eyes blazing with fury as he glared at Martin, who hadn't moved an inch.
"Get over here now!"
Martin had already been nursing thoughts of betrayal, and seeing Mega's domineering attitude only stoked his anger further.
His mind was made up.
After a fleeting glance in Stephen's direction, he finally spoke, his voice deliberately slow.
"Can't move. My legs are numb."
Stephen's lips curled into a faint smile behind his silver-rimmed glasses.
Mega: ?!
The sudden betrayal hit him like a punch to the gut.
His vision swam with rage, his lips trembling, but no words came out.
"You—you—"
Meanwhile, Grandma Mega's eyes bulged unnaturally wide as she stared at the ceiling.
Unlike before, she didn't faint. Instead, her body began to convulse violently.
Her features twisted grotesquely—her eyes rolling, her mouth contorting.
"Mom—Mom! What's wrong?
Don't scare me like this—"
