Helen gnashed her teeth as she watched Seth's bloodied body being dragged away.
No matter how faint the relationship between her and Seth was, it still didn't change the fact that they shared blood.
Seeing her younger brother humiliated like this infuriated her to levels she never thought possible.
And then there was her father's unconscious body, floating and coated with Avan's energy.
If that elder hadn't acted now, she would have been fatherless.
Hatred burned in the depths of her gaze, and she was just about to take a step forward…
When suddenly someone grabbed her by the shoulder. She glanced back — it was her twin, Henry.
She could see his bloodshot eyes and the smoldering fury within, but he still exercised restraint.
He stared at her and shook his head gently. His meaning was clear: now wasn't the time to act.
