Not My Bloodline.

Sarah's POV.

He passed out before he could complete his sentence.

“What's wrong with him? He's not dead, is he?” I asked as I walked away from him and hid the gun.

Mrs. Sophie rushed to him, shake him so hard but he stood still, and she glared at me.

“Happy now?”

“Is he really dead?” Alex asked with his voice clouded with curiosity.

“I don't think so.” I responded and walked to him.

Punched him hard across the face, and he jolted back to life, “See?” I smiled.

“We should treat him now, or he's really going to die.” Mrs. Sophia suggested, and I had no choice at this point but to accept it.

“Fine! Go ahead.” I raised my hands in surrender and moved away from the man.

Mrs. Sophie grabbed a lighter, lit it and put it on his wound. The man growled aloud, shaking the pillars of the basement.

“Does she necessarily have to do that?” I whispered to Alex, but she heard me.

“You have any other way to cure this?” She tilted her head.

Soon, she was done, and the man was already looking be