Chapter 21 - A Mother's Instinct
"Fall back! Everyone fall back!" the lead officer commanded, realizing the catastrophic threat of a gas explosion.
However, time had run out. The pungent odor of gas began seeping through the corridor; Camille had deliberately opened the main valve. The pocket lighter in her hand flickered with a tiny, dangerous flame in the darkness.
"Camille! Look at me!"
Ruth’s voice rang clearly through the heavy, toxic air. Instead of retreating with the officers, she took measured steps forward, pointing a bright flashlight beam directly at Camille’s pale, trembling face.
"Do you want to die with me, you pathetic maid?" Camille laughed bitterly, her hand shaking violently around the lighter.
"I don't want to die. But I know you are terrified of death too," Ruth spoke softly, her voice carrying an uncanny psychological power. "You committed all these atrocities out of greed, ambition, and a craving for status. But if you strike that spark, you will become nothing more than a pile of forgotten ash—a cowardly murderer cursed by history. As for Maisie... she will survive, she will grow up, and she will know the whole truth about your evil!"
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"Shut up! Don't you dare speak her name!" Camille screamed, but her trembling hand wavered.
That split second was the window Rafe had been waiting for. Ignoring the sharp agony in his limbs, he lunged forward with all his strength, bringing his heavy walnut cane down hard onto Camille’s wrist.
