"Where in Okhema? What's her name?" you pressed.
Auntie gasped for breath, blood continuously pouring from her neck. She could feel her life rapidly slipping away.
She looked at you, her eyes full of pleading. "You... let me go... as long as you let me go... later... I'll definitely tell you her exact location and name... please..."
She still wanted to trade that secret for a slim chance at survival.
But before she could finish, she felt something icy slice across her throat.
The hope in her eyes instantly froze, turning into utter shock and confusion.
She stared at you in disbelief, making gurgling sounds in her throat as blood sprayed out like a fountain.
You watched her without any expression.
"If you won't tell me, forget it."
"I'm not interested in them."
Auntie's body crashed heavily to the ground. After twitching a few times, she fell completely silent.
Her wide-open eyes still held intense resentment, confusion, and a trace of regret.
Even until her death, Auntie could not understand why the child she had considered a bastard, a child deprived of maternal love since childhood, could be so indifferent toward his biological mother.
She had thought it was her final bargaining chip, yet to you, it was utterly worthless.
You withdrew the dagger and looked at Auntie's gradually cooling body on the ground, feeling little disturbance in your heart.
Parents, so-called.
Even if they were still alive, so what?
Ever since you could remember, you had always been alone.
Warmth and familial affection were luxuries too extravagant for you to imagine.
You had long since grown used to it.
Now, this family that had brought you humiliation and pain had finally received the fate they deserved.
That was enough.
As for those blood relatives you had never met, who