Chapter 532

Vincent gestured with both his hands as he continued talking about the past.

His voice quivered as he said, "Do you know that when I reached home that day, I saw my mom sprawled on the coffee table, her blood seeping through her clothes, and her blood splattered on the ground?

"Her stomach was split open vertically. Her eyes were wide," he said. "The baby lay in a messy pool of blood on the ground as if it was thrown onto the floor like trash. It was already eight months along. I could see that it was a boy. The knife was still stuck in his abdomen."

Vincent trembled uncontrollably. His eyes showed fear, resulting from the memories that threatened to overwhelm him. There was also rage in his eyes, and sometimes a murderous look in them.

It looked like he was on the verge of losing his sanity.

"Two slashes was all it took," he muttered. "My mom died, and my little brother was gone too. I no longer have a family. The harlot and that darned old man who calls himself my father sh