Javier chuckled. "Why are you sending him away?"
"Owen leave—" she yelled again. She knew what was going to happen next and she didn't want her little son to witness his own mother's death.
"No no, he needs to stay," Javier remarked. "The sooner he gets used to it the better."
Elizabeth helplessly looked at her son and sobbed. "Go from here—"
"Mom—" Before Owen could take a step forward, Javier pulled the trigger.
"Mom—" Owen yelled and rushed towards her.
When knelt on the ground and pushed Javier away. "What did you do?" He yelled at him before holding his mother.
Javier chuckled and stepped away. He stood in a corner, staring at the mother and son.
"This—" When he saw blood on the floor, he widened his eyes in shock. He quickly placed his hand on the wound to stop the bleeding. "Mom, stay with me. I'll call the ambulance—"
