"Just end it for me, please! Let Chloe go!" Connor's voice was raw with desperation.
Claire's eyes burned with a fiery intensity as she locked eyes with Connor. "You'll meet your end soon enough, but until then, you're going to suffer."
"Take a good look," she commanded, her voice dripping with malice. "Watch how your beloved Chloe writhes in agony."
Claire's laughter echoed coldly, her expression twisted with madness. "And your child... oh, the sweet irony..."
Connor's eyes were bloodshot, his jaw clenched tight. "Claire, you're out of your mind!"
With a shift in demeanor, Claire's laughter quieted, and she regained her composure. She sank into a nearby chair, exuding a chilling calmness. "Mary, fetch me a cup of coffee. I want to enjoy this show tonight."
Their pain and despair were like fuel for her tortured soul, offering a brief respite from her own inner turmoil.
Connor felt utterly helpless, reduced to pleading. "Big sis, I'm begging you. Do whatever you want with me, but please, let Chloe go."
Claire took a sip of her coffee, gracefully blowing away the steam. "I've been waiting for this day, Connor."
Connor, desperate, bowed his head to the floor in front of Claire, his forehead soon slick with blood. "If it's revenge you want, take my life. Just let Chloe be. Kill me, torture me—I won't resist."
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