Before she could finish her sentence, Yara Quincy suddenly screamed in agony. The man had abruptly twisted her arm behind her back, forcefully breaking it!
The pain was agonizing... WAHHH...
Yara Quincy burst into tears on the spot. Daring not to say another careless word, she began to beg for mercy. "Brother, I know I was wrong! Please, spare me! I didn't mean for her to miscarry. I regret it so much, I really do... WAHHH..."
As she spoke, her tears fell uncontrollably—not from genuine remorse, but from agony and terror.
'My brother still found out. I'm done for.'
Adrian Quincy, still twisting the girl's immobilized arm, slowly leaned down. He whispered frigidly into her ear, "Yara, you killed my and Claire's child."
"I... I... I know I was wrong, Brother! I know I was wrong! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... WAHHH..."
"You know you were wrong?"
"Yes, yes! I know I was wrong, I really do!"
