Belle Bloom swung the axe down. But since she was just an ordinary person, her strength and aim were terrible. She only managed to leave a shallow gash across Flora Bloom's collarbone.
She raised the axe again. Looking at Flora Bloom's listless face, she laughed, her spirits high.
"My dear sister, ever since we were little, Mom and Dad gave you the best of everything. As for me? I only ever got what you didn't want. Even my toys were your leftovers. Do you have any idea how much I hate you?"
Belle Bloom's voice trembled. With a loud cry, as if to steel her nerves, she swung the axe toward Flora Bloom's temple.
Flora Bloom jerked her head aside in terror. The axe barely missed, grazing her forehead and carving a deep gash across her face. Blood streamed down her cheek.
"Hahahaha, aren't you scared?"
"You know what I hate most about you?"
