Family on Their Knees Heart Turned to Ice novel Chapter 1267

Lucas tore open packets of heavy-duty coagulant powder, dumping layer after layer over the severed stumps. Blood still seeped through, but the powder eventually did its job. He quickly grabbed a roll of sterile gauze, tightly binding the wound until the bleeding was completely under control.

Once the horrific injury was wrapped, Lucas sat back on his heels, wiping a layer of cold sweat from his forehead.

Before he could even catch his breath, he looked up to find Bella staring at him.

"It's done," he breathed out.

Bella gave a curt nod, her shoulders finally dropping an inch.

On the floor, Debbie weakly reached up with her good hand and pulled the blood-stained towel from her mouth. She didn't even have the strength to sit up. She lay there, her chest heaving, staring at Bella with eyes full of pure, unadulterated hatred.

The pain radiating from her hand was blinding, burning straight into her nervous system.

"I severely underestimated you," Debbie rasped, her voice trembling with agony. "You are a vicious, venomous shrew, Bella. A psychotic shrew..."

Unfazed, Bella picked up a clean towel and used it to scoop up the two severed fingers from the carpet. She crouched down, dangling the bloody bundle right in front of Debbie's face.

"A shrew? Me? And what exactly are you? Let's keep our voices down, Debbie. Neither of us are saints. I never intended to take it this far, but you forced my hand. You drove me to this extreme, and now there is no turning back for either of us."

Debbie was suffocating on her own pain. If it weren't for pure spite keeping her conscious, she would have passed out minutes ago. She was terrified that if she lost consciousness, Bella would simply finish the job and murder her in her sleep.

Running on sheer willpower, Debbie used the last shred of her energy to spit curses at Bella from the bed.

"I don't care if I die today," Debbie gasped, her face deathly pale. "But even in hell, I won't let you live in peace. You're just a filthy slut raised by an old whore. Your ending is going to be ten times worse than mine."

She laughed, a weak, wet sound. "My son would never touch a monster like you. You're exactly like me, Bella. The moment he sees what you truly are, he'll be repulsed. He'll want you dead. Trash like you doesn't deserve to breathe the same air as him."

"Laugh all you want, Bella... I lost two fingers today... but I promise you, when your time comes, you will suffer a hundred times worse..."