"Serena, honey, you're still fuming. Maybe sleep on it before you make any decisions." Dora couldn't help but plead, worried about the regret that might come with hasty actions.
"Did I stutter when I said burn it? Or are you too now looking down on me, not even listening to what I say?"
Dora immediately bent forward in a bow, "No, of course not."
Seeing Serena so livid, Dora had no choice but to beckon the security guys to help move the items to an open space on the estate and douse them with gasoline.
As Serena watched the flames consume her past, even the trophies she once took pride in turned to ash, disappearing before her very eyes.
"Serena??"
Martin rushed back to a scene of towering flames and the remnants of Serena's past fading into nothing, a bad feeling sinking in his gut. "What happened? What's gotten into her?"
Serena, sitting in her wheelchair at a distance, watched numbly.
"What's going on??"
