I noticed that Joanna sobered up when she saw Michael. Then, she saw me behind Michael. The madness in her eyes returned, and it was getting stronger.
"Why? Why?"
Joanna repeated the same words over and over again, her voice sharp and piercing.
"Why her? Why can't I be the one?" Joanna's face was contorted, and she pointed at me. "We were doing well, Michael. You remember everything. It's all because of her, all because of that b*tch!"
"What are you saying? Shut up, Joanna!" General Lovecraft scolded with a red face, trying to stop his daughter's crazy rambling.
Saying such things in front of the judge and jury who had yet to leave was undoubtedly not conducive to Joanna's subsequent trial.
However, Joanna no longer cared. She had a ferocious expression on her face as her four limbs suddenly burst with great power. She broke free from the guards who had been holding her down and struggled to pounce on me.
