Too Late for Forgiveness
"Don't worry. I'll make him pay. Now, close your eyes."
She knew what Wilson wanted to do and obediently closed her eyes while covering her ears. He slowly rose to his feet, his gaze zeroing in on the collapsed Shawn.
Shawn's gaze flickered for a moment. Then, he forced a smile, one that was tinged with despair. "What are you gonna do, Uncle Wilson? Kill me?"
Wilson took a few steps forward and lifted Shawn off his feet without hesitation. However, the latter suddenly went berserk.
Seizing Wilson's momentary distraction, he grabbed the ashtray from the floor and hurled it at him.