After Pam lost her grip on reality, Helen took charge of the household, naturally asserting her dominance over everyone. Whatever Helenmanded, they did without question!


    Though these two maids were initially hired by yton, they had long been swayed by Helen''s influence.


    Pam''s once-loyal confidantes were either dead or incapacitated, all discreetly removed from the Hawkins estate by Helen. Seated at the head of the dining table, Helen regarded the maids with a chilling detachment, her gaze fixed upstairs.


    Momentster, Pam came rushing down, panic written all over her face,


    "Where''s Irene? Have you seen my Irene? Where could she be? She''s not at home!"


    The kneeling servants remained silent, as Helen nced at the shattered porcin mug beside her, eyeing Pam coldly,


    "I know where your daughter is. Come here, and I''ll tell you."


    Pam''s eyes lit up, falling right into the trap as she hurried over,


    "You do? Where''s my Irene?"


    As she spoke, her foot found the broken porcin!


    The shards pierced through her soft shoes, injuring Pam''s foot.


    She twisted in pain and fell, her handsnding on the sharp porcin, blood instantly pooling from several cuts.


    Pam''s reaction was childlike, tears flowing freely as she cried from the pain,


    "It hurts, it hurts, waaah, it hurts..."


    The maids watched impassively, offering nofort.


    After a brief moment of weeping, Pam looked up at Helen again, "Where''s Irene? My Irene?"


    Helen''s malice was palpable as she cruelly stated, "She''s dead!"


    Pam''s eyes widened in shock,


    "Dead? No, no! My Irene can''t be dead, she won''t die, she can''t be..."


    "She is dead! And her death was tragic! She was taken by beggars, left hungry and cold, and constantly abused!


    Then, she fell off a cliff, breaking her arms and legs, shattering her bones! She bled out, attracting a pack of wild dogs that tore her apart and devoured her alive!"


    Pam''s breathing became erratic, her cries intensified,


    "Liar! You''re lying! My daughter is alive... waaah... my Irene is fine..."


    The more she cried, the more Helen enjoyed it, "I''m not lying. Ask them if you don''t believe me."


    The maids quickly nodded, exaggerating the tale,


    "The poor girl''s death was horrific, the hunting dogs were brutal, ripping her arm off in one bite. It was pitiful to see her like that."


    "And before she died, she kept crying and calling for you, over and over again: ''Mommy, save me, Mommy, it hurts, Mommy, where are you, Mommy, please save me...""


    Pam let out a wail, her heartache palpable.


    This was a knife twisting in her heart!


    "Liar! All of you, liars, waaah, liars..."


    Overwhelmed by grief, Pamshed out in a frenzy, "My Irene isn''t dead, waaah, my Irene isn''t dead!"


    Caught off guard, the maids were struck before they could react, their hair pulled, their faces scratched.


    Helen, too, received a vicious bite.


    Enraged but cautious not to hit Pam''s face, Helen aimed for her wound,


    "How dare you bite me! You''re asking for it!"


    Her foot struck Pam''s injured knee, and Pam fell with a thud.


    Shended among the broken porcin!


    As she reflexively tried to lift her hand, a high heel pressed down on it, brutally forcing her back onto the sharp fragments!


    Helen''s face twisted with fury as she ground Pam''s hand under her stiletto heel, forcing the porcin deeper, piercing through flesh and bone!