Helen stared at March's dead body, her entire body trembling uncontrollably.
The sound of the gunshot still echoed faintly inside her head.
For a few moments, she couldn't even process what had happened.
"What's going on?"
Her voice came out shaky as she looked toward Ezra with terrified eyes.
"Why would you kill him? Why? Why? Why?"
Helen dropped to her knees beside March and grabbed his hand desperately.
The hand was already losing its warmth.
"Enough of the whining, Helen."
Zavier spoke coldly.
He turned around to look at Ezra, who was already pointing the handgun directly at him.
"What is going on, Zavier?"
Helen asked again, still unable to understand the situation unfolding before her eyes.
"Why am I hearing burning noises? And what about my maid... where is she?"
Her voice trembled more and more.
Confusion filled her face.
Outside the office, distant sounds of collapsing structures and crackling flames occasionally echoed through the mansion.
