Staring at Yvonne York’s resentful gaze, Joyce Lawson felt her heart plummet into an abyss.

In truth, this was exactly the outcome she had expected. It was her own foolishness, her own refusal to give up, that made her ask again, just to let Yvonne York twist the knife in her heart once more.

If that was the case, then there was nothing left to say.

If Yvonne York was always going to abandon her for Gregory Lawson, then she had to choose herself.

At this thought, Joyce Lawson gave Yvonne York a relieved smile and said, "Perhaps in your eyes, it’s normal to use your daughter as a stepping stone..."

Yvonne York relaxed slightly at her words. "It’s good that you finally understand!" she said. "Quick, untie me! What kind of tantrum is this? So disrespectful! By the way, why did you run away from the Suttons’ home so late at night? Do your in-laws and your husband know?"

"Running back here right after getting married... Honestly, what kind of behavior is that? Get back to your husband! And from now on, don’t come back unless I call for you! This house belongs to your brother, Gregory, after all. What do you think you’re doing, showing up here every day!"

Joyce Lawson continued as if she hadn’t heard Yvonne York, speaking to herself. "...In that case, maybe once your kind of people are all dead and gone, no one will think this is normal anymore."

The moment Joyce Lawson’s words fell, Yvonne York looked up, her face full of shock and her voice laced with disbelief. "You... What do you mean by that?! Are you cursing me to die? ...How dare you? Joyce Lawson! I’m your own mother!"

Joyce Lawson just chuckled. She leaned in close to Yvonne York and whispered, "Mom, I’m not cursing you to die. I’m going to kill you... Actually, there’s something I never told you. A few days ago, I was the one who personally sent Dad and Grandma on their way..."

Now, she planned to send her mother and brother down for a family reunion. ’They were all willing to let me die,’ she thought, ’so why should I hesitate?’

At her words, Yvonne York’s eyes shot wide open!

She looked up at Joyce Lawson, her eyes full of shock and disbelief. She murmured, "...It was you?! It was really you?! ...No... No... That’s impossible..."

’The one who killed my husband and mother-in-law wasn’t Titus Lowell and his men... it was my own daughter?!’

Yvonne York simply couldn’t believe it.

To Yvonne York, her daughter Joyce had always been quiet and submissive. How could she possibly commit such monstrous acts as killing her own father and grandmother?!

While Yvonne York was still reeling from the shock, Joyce Lawson set down the flashlight and strode over to the window.

By the beam of the flashlight, Yvonne York saw the figure of her precious son, Gregory Lawson—

Gregory Lawson lay on the floor with his eyes squeezed shut, unconscious.

At the sight, Yvonne York was filled with a fresh wave of shock and fury.

She struggled madly, twisting her body and screaming at Joyce Lawson, "Joyce Lawson! What did you do to your brother? Let him go! I’m telling you, if anything happens to him, I’ll never forgive you!"

Joyce Lawson ignored Yvonne York’s screams. She hoisted the unconscious Gregory Lawson up, pressed his chest against the bay window, and then opened it.

Yvonne York’s pupils shrank at the sight. "No—! Don’t!" she blurted out.

Realizing what Joyce Lawson intended to do, Yvonne York’s face instantly went white as a sheet.

She thrashed and writhed, screaming at Joyce Lawson, "Joyce! What are you doing?! Let your brother go!"

Her voice was warped by sheer terror.

But Joyce Lawson ignored her.

Seeing Joyce Lawson push the upper half of Gregory Lawson’s body out the window, Yvonne York broke down completely. In her panic, she let out a raw, animalistic cry.

She began to slam her head against the bedframe, wailing, "No! ...Joyce! Please, don’t! ...Mommy knows she was wrong! It’s all my fault! I let you down! I shouldn’t have sold you for money!"

"Joyce! Mommy really knows she was wrong! Mommy shouldn’t have hurt you! It’s all my fault, every single mistake was mine! I won’t play favorites anymore, okay? I’ll love you more from now on, I promise... Please, let your brother go! He’s your biological brother!"

By now, Gregory Lawson’s entire upper body was dangling outside the window, only his thighs resting on the sill.

The sight made Yvonne York’s eyes bulge with horror, and she was so frantic she almost fainted.

Listening to Yvonne York’s endless stream of apologies, Joyce Lawson felt a strange sense of novelty—this was the first time Yvonne York had ever apologized to her in her entire life.

Gripping Gregory Lawson’s ankles, Joyce Lawson turned her head and smiled at Yvonne York. "Mom," she said, "this is the last time I’ll ever call you that. Remember this: in your next life, just have Gregory. I hate you all. I don’t want to be your daughter ever again."

With that said, Joyce Lawson let go. Gregory Lawson’s body plummeted instantly, crashing into the snow outside.

Gregory Lawson was only wearing a thin set of pajamas. Barring any surprises, he would soon freeze to death in the snow.

Yvonne York watched, frozen, as her own son fell. Her mind went blank, and her body began to shake uncontrollably.

Her precious son, dead right before her eyes... Yvonne York couldn’t accept it. Tears streamed down her face like a broken dam as a desperate, grief-stricken scream tore from her throat. "AAAH—!"

Joyce Lawson watched Yvonne York’s heart-wrenching display with cold eyes. "What’s there to cry about?" she said coldly. "You didn’t cry when you threw me to the kidnappers to be violated. You didn’t cry when you sold me off to someone else. What, am I the only one who’s supposed to die? Is Gregory Lawson not allowed to?"

Yvonne York stared daggers at Joyce Lawson, her eyes bloodshot and filled with murderous intent. "I’ll kill you!" she slurred, her words thick with rage. "You bitch! Bitch! You animal! You’ll get what you deserve!"

Joyce Lawson just smiled, unfazed. "You’re right," she said. "I’m sure I’ll face retribution. Whatever it is, I’ll accept it. But for now, let me deliver yours first..."

With that, Joyce Lawson pulled a taser from her pocket and walked toward Yvonne York...

******

Meanwhile, after leaving 1505, Melody Summers pretended to head home before secretly making her way to 1501.

After stowing the front door of 1505 in her space, Melody Summers held her breath and crept inside.

It was now late at night, and with the power out, the inside of 1501 was pitch black.

Melody Summers held up her phone, using its flashlight to feel her way through the apartment.

After a thorough search of the living room and kitchen turned up nothing unusual, Melody Summers turned her attention to the two bedrooms and the storage room.

Logically, the master bedroom should belong to the couple, Gene Young and Yvonne York.

That meant the most suspicious places were the second bedroom and the storage room.

Melody Summers thought for a moment and decided to check the storage room first.

She gently pushed the door open and stepped cautiously into the storage room. The beam of her flashlight swept forward, gradually revealing a horrifying scene—a figure was lying silently on the cold floor, their hands and feet bound tightly with rope!