"Uncle, I told you... I've really said everything I know. Grandpa didn't lie, it was all me deceiving the public. Please, don't cut me, please don't cut my hand, don't..."
Sophie Jenkins curled up in fear, unable to even look at Jonathan Jenkins after answering Nicholas Jenkins' questions.
As she responded, Nicholas Jenkins indeed did as he said.
Once again, the blade rose and fell, and Jonathan Jenkins screamed in agony as another one of his pinky fingers was severed.
Blood gushed out, a torrent of crimson flowing from where the finger was cut.
Jonathan Jenkins screamed in pain and this time completely fainted from the agony, collapsing to the ground, his face mixed with sweat, blood, and the gasoline previously poured on him.
At this moment, Jonathan Jenkins had none of the demeanor that came with being the pampered youngest son of the Jenkins family.
He was like a puddle of mud, a puddle of desperate mud.
