Chapter 1439 He Deserved It

Sylvie tightly clutched the fruit knife smeared with blood. Her own hand was stained a vivid red from the blood as well. At that moment, Sylvie was no longer the ruthless person she had been when wielding a knife. Instead, she sat on the ground, appearing to have lost all her vitality. She stared blankly at the fruit knife in her hand, murmuring, “I've killed someone... I've killed my uncle...”