The Almighty Lord Caspian
"You never thought that you'd end up in such a situation, did you, Billy?"
"So what? You want to kill me, Uncle?" Billy said in disdain.
"What's the point of letting you live, you despicable animal?" Hubert gritted his teeth, gripped the knife tightly, and stabbed it toward Billy.
Billy looked emotionless. He was still confused.
He would never live anyway. Dying this way might even be a reprieve.
As Hubert withdrew the knife, Billy spat out a glob of blood.
He finally felt relieved. It was a pity he would never get to take his revenge, but everything was too late now. Billy's eyes dimmed.