But she couldn't care about those things. Her whole body seemed to be drained of bones as she stumbled forward a few steps, crashing into the light in front of the camera.
"Son! Your sister was killed by Vivian Sinclair!"
Her voice was shrill, almost tearing through the air, her cheeks quivering and distorting with emotion. "Quick, go kill her! Avenge your sister! You're a man, aren't you? What are you scared of, killing a woman? What's the point of being a man then, huh?!"
Mr. Grant suddenly jumped up from the sofa, his face ashen. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back forcefully: "Stop it! Are you crazy? How dare you say such things! Aren't you embarrassed? This is a live broadcast! It's all over the internet!"
His forehead veins bulged, cold sweat seeping from his temples.
He knew his wife was quick-tongued, but he never expected her to say such shocking things at this critical moment.
