Erisia smiled faintly, crossing her arms. "I'm the victim here. I should decide on her punishment."
She tilted her head slightly toward Sierra, who began shaking her head in panic, but no one paid her any attention. This wasn't like the past—no one was coming to shield her now.
"What do you say, Father? Brother?"
David lowered his phone, brows furrowed. "What exactly do you have in mind?"
Erisia's eyes flicked to Sierra, her voice measured. "A police record will follow her for life, and I don't intend to waste my time in court because of her. But that doesn't mean she walks away untouched."
Leander leaned forward, curious. "Then what?"
"She leaves this house and is sent to an asylum," Erisia said without hesitation. "Tomorrow. No contact, no visits, no calls. Someone who can attempt murder can do anything, so she deserves punishment of equal measure. Honestly, this is me being merciful."
