"Yes, indeed it's not enough. Although I'm still alive, your grandmother was killed by her." Isabella accidentally revealed a huge secret.
Bertha listened, feeling as if a bomb had been dropped on her, shattering her completely.
As if the last shred of energy sustaining her had begun to weaken.
But she didn't want to give in just yet, shaking her head, desperately pleading, "Ernest... Julian... I didn't... I didn't kill Grandma..."
"Facing death and yet still stubborn, huh?" Julian's handsome face suddenly turned as dark as an impending storm.
"I... I..."
Bertha wanted to continue lying, but Julian's rage made her fearful, afraid he might kill her with a single slap.
"A dog can't stop itself from eating shit!"
Julian was utterly disgusted by her and didn't want to waste any more time on her here.
He directly stomped hard on her hand, twisting it 180 degrees, causing her excruciating pain, her ghostly wails doing nothing to change his disdain for her!
