Looking at Jonas's expression, a hint of nervousness appeared in Janet's heart.

Janet used her left hand to pry Jonas's right hand from her wrist, but found she couldn't muster the strength to loosen it at all.

With difficulty, Jonas managed to speak in broken phrases.

"Jan...Janet...it's you..."

Just a few words from Jonas dropped like a thunderbolt into Janet's ear.

A strong sense of fear appeared in Janet's heart.

Her breathing grew rapid, and without caring whether it would harm Jonas on the bed, she forcibly shook off Jonas's right hand from her wrist!

Just as Janet was about to vociferously deny it, she remembered the guard standing at the door.

Janet widened her eyes, staring directly at Jonas, "Grandfather, what are you saying?"

"What is 'me'?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Jonas's difficult words echoed again.

"It was you...who killed my son, who killed Eduardo...Simoni..."

"You bitch...what exactly are you trying to do?"

Perhaps because of rage, Jonas, who lay motionless on the bed, was suddenly trembling under the covers.

Janet's pupils constricted in shock, and she quickly stepped back a few feet.

Suddenly.

Jonas turned over violently, shifting from lying on his back to his stomach.

That withered, yellow hand reached out towards Janet, as if attempting to grab her.

"It really was you!"

"You whore...they were your uncles!"

"Your veins flowed with my blood!"

Hearing Jonas's words, Janet finally realized she had been tricked.

Her face, which had been filled with fear and panic, slowly turned calm.

Soon, her exquisite face became full of cold malice.

The entire aura of her being transformed drastically.

As if her reverse scale had been touched.

Janet stared directly at Jonas lying on the bed, smiled with a grin, and asked.

"Uncles?"

"Dear Grandfather, now you inform me they are my uncles?"

"But when I was ten, you didn't say that!"

"I still remember clearly, you telling me they were uncles who would never harm me!"

"But do you know how they treated me?"

"Regardless if it was Eduardo, Krueger, or Philis, even Uncle Joao..."

Jonas's body, once trembling, suddenly grew rigid.

His eyes remained wide open, looking at Janet.

But clearly, the anger in his eyes had waned considerably.

Janet's voice, neither angry nor pleased, continued to echo.

"So, I have always been enduring!"

"..."

"Because at that time, I had no room for resistance, my power was too weak!"

"The weak are only slaughtered!"

"This eternal truth, ironically, I learned from my uncles."

"Ha ha, how laughable it is!"

"Of course, I know, all of this is because my father died."

"Without the protection of my biological father, my status among your offspring was no better than those maids."

Janet began pacing around the room.

"Therefore, I kept silently enduring."

"From ten, to fifteen when I came of age, until now at twenty years old..."

"I have been continuously enduring!"

"But today, I finally have the opportunity to change all this."

With these words.

Janet took steps towards Jonas on the bed.

"I not only want to kill all my uncles!"

"I also want to kill you, my dear Grandfather!"

Jonas widened his eyes, opened his mouth, just about to raise a frantic cry.

A brand new silk, fine wool pillow, was pressed onto his face.

Jonas's open arms tried to move the pillow in front of him.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shift it in the slightest.

His speech turned to a series of muffled 'mmph' sounds.

Feeling Jonas's struggle, Janet climbed onto the bed, sitting on Jonas's abdomen.

She gripped the edges of the pillow with all her strength, pressing it onto Jonas's face.

Perhaps due to the difficulty in breathing.

Jonas's withered, emaciated arms flailed wildly.

His right hand gripped the bed frame, while his left pushed against Janet's abdomen, trying to leverage to push Janet away.

But now, his power was still too weak.

Even facing a young woman like Janet, he couldn't retreat an inch.

Maybe feeling the crisis to his life, Jonas's body erupted with final strength.

His arms and legs flailed and twisted madly.

But on Janet's face, there was neither nervousness nor fear, instead, a faint smile of excitement appeared.

As if to ensure Jonas could hear her words clearly, she leaned directly onto Jonas's body.

With her body weight, pressing down Jonas at the same time.

Janet began, "Shh! Shh! Shh!"

"Be careful, be careful, Grandfather Jonas!"

"Just bear with it, bear with it, soon...it'll be over soon..."

The pillow she was holding pressed down with ever more force.

As if in response to Janet's words.

Jonas's flailing arms and legs gradually weakened in power.

From constant flailing attacks, to struggling to raise them.

Until finally, they hung limp and vertical on the bed...

Janet naturally took all this in, still not releasing the pillow in her hands.

A few more minutes passed.

Janet then asked towards the pillow in front of her.

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