"Ah…" Tina staggered, dropping the suitcase. She clasped her arm. Half of her arm felt numb from the pain, and she felt the need to cry. She gritted her teeth to endure the pain and yelled, "Have you gone crazy?"
"I have lost my sanity," Mrs. Young snapped back. "I should have done this a long time ago." She threw her arm at her throat, intending to slit it.
Tina jumped back frantically. "Crazy woman. Drop the knife before I call the guards."
"Call them… Whomever you want to call, call." Mrs. Young took a step toward her. "I will not stop until I kill you."
Tina still believed that she could get away from her. But she was terrified, looking at her murderous appearance. Fear was no longer visible in this frail woman's eyes. It was replaced by determination.
It alarmed Tina, and she wondered where this woman got the courage.
