Huệ Tây froze, her gaze locked on Đức Anh.
Her trembling hands clenched into fists.
It felt as though an invisible hand had wrapped itself around her heart, squeezing until she could barely breathe. Wave after wave of fury crashed over her, so overwhelming that she wanted nothing more than to rush forward, kill him, and put an end to everything.
"Why? Why would you do this to me?" she cried, her voice breaking. "Do you have any conscience at all?"
Her words tore from her throat, carrying both unbearable anguish and all the rage she had kept buried inside. Yet the more she screamed, the deeper the bitterness inside her grew, like a flood no one could stop.
Đức Anh remained silent. He offered no defense. He simply lowered his head and looked at her with eyes filled with sorrow.
But that sorrow did nothing to ease the crushing pain consuming her.
Huệ Tây collapsed to her knees, burying her face in her hands as tears streamed endlessly down her cheeks.
"Thu Huệ... I'm sorry..."
The words escaped her trembling lips in a broken whisper.
"I'm sorry... Sis..."
She repeated them over and over, like a prayer, or perhaps a confession.
The grotesque monsters outside no longer mattered.
Nothing mattered anymore.
Everything had become meaningless.
Because even death could never wash away this humiliation.