Next, all that was left were Colin’s painful cries as Justin skillfully and with ease began to separate each of his ribs from the sternum. The agonizing screams gradually faded as the man teetered on the edge of death, his body barely clinging to life. In his mind, he must have been begging for death—with his entire chest opened, like a monster had torn it apart.
Justin stood up, silently admiring the gruesome art he had created with such precision. Each and every rib had been lifted, pulled out of the chest, tearing through the flesh—now resembling bony claws protruding from a hollow shell.
He looked at Serena. "Wonderful, isn’t it?"
Just like Justin, there was a dark glint in her eyes as she nodded lightly to his question. The tears she had been holding back finally rolled down her cheeks. She opened her mouth to cry aloud, but no voice came out—as if she were choked by the weight of all the emotions and pain she had kept buried for so long.
Aaron reached her, his own eyes moist. He knew well what his mother had suffered, and he didn’t mind what Justin had done to Colin. If anything, Colin deserved even worse—if something worse could be done.
Serena let her head rest against Aaron’s arm and continued to cry while holding his hand tightly.
"Send his body—just like this—to Hartz," Justin instructed the guards. The body was taken away.
While his mother and twin brother had tears in their eyes, Justin remained quiet. He knew Aaron was the right one to comfort their mother and even cry with her.
Justin knelt in front of her and said, "Are you feeling better now? You’ve killed that monster."
In response, she cried harder but nodded to his question. It seemed that getting her revenge had brought some clarity—some return of sanity—allowing her to understand and respond.
Both brothers stood by her side as their mother wept for a long time and finally fell dizzy and unconscious from the overwhelming release of all those years of suppressed emotions.
Aaron lifted Serena gently in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, while Justin called her attending doctor.
After a thorough check-up, the doctor informed them, "She’s mentally and emotionally exhausted. Right now, she just needs rest. We’ll know more once she wakes up."
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Meanwhile, Colin’s body was delivered to the Hartz mansion, where Grace and her mother were present. Grace had been sent home after being captured and questioned at the Riverdales’ estate.
The guards placed Colin’s body on display in the grand drawing room. His wife, daughter, and several relatives—who had gathered after hearing of his mysterious disappearance—were all horrified by the grotesque state of his remains. No one could bring themselves to look at it for long. Whispers spread through the room as they questioned who could have carried out such a brutal and monstrous act.
Colin’s wife collapsed to her knees, letting out a heart-wrenching cry. Grace stood frozen, her body trembling. She couldn’t speak. The trauma was written all over her face. She knew who had done this, she had witnessed it with her own eyes at the Riverdales’—but she didn’t dare utter a word.
An elderly man’s voice broke the silence as he noticed the symbol stamped on the body bag in which Colin had been brought.
"Obsidian?" he murmured, squinting at the emblem. "How... how did Colin offend them?"
A heavy silence followed. Everyone in the room now understood. The Obsidians—infamous for their ruthlessness—were behind this.
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