The widow watched as Alex was taken away, frantically getting out of bed: "Where are you taking him, what are you going to do!"
She was too agitated and fell to the ground. Her illness was so severe that her mobility was extremely limited. She could only crawl on the floor, trying to get closer to her child.
Tiana Thorne suddenly laughed, feeling ironic: "If you care about your son, why do you act like you can't wait for him to die? Isn't it too hypocritical to act like this, letting him go to kill without considering his outcome? Didn't you think about being responsible for your son with what you did? Stop pretending!"
The widow pounded the ground, whispering: "He is mentally ill, he doesn't have to be held accountable, the law cannot punish him."
Hearing these words, Tiana Thorne felt even more that she was hateful, harming others and harming her own son too.
"Take him away. If the law can't punish him, then I will!" Tiana Thorne said through gritted teeth.
