"I, I will speak... Uncle, I will speak..." Before Jonathan Jenkins could react, a panicked voice echoed in his ear.
It was then that Jonathan Jenkins realized that his daughter, who had just had her left pinky cut off and was writhing in pain on the ground, had somehow managed to kneel upright.
"I seduced Marie Wellington; I was the one who actively seduced him... I envied that aunt could marry into the Wellington family and live the privileged life of a noble lady. I considered myself better than aunt, more exceptional. I wanted the status and power of being Madam Johnson. It was me, all me..."
Sophie Jenkins babbled incoherently, rushing to speak.
Her left pinky was already severed, and she was in such pain she almost fainted, but she dared not pass out. She couldn't let her father steal her chance to survive.
Sophie Jenkins couldn't care less about speaking of filial piety right now, much less worry about her father.
