Rodney's hand clutched the only photo of Mia, as if clutching the last straw. His eyes, once keen, were fading and unfocused. He was still able to see that the person in front of him was the vicious impostor granddaughter, Charlotte, and he squeezed the photo even tighter in his hand.
Charlotte smiled coldly and her face was disdainful.
Looking at the dying Rodney, she effortlessly pulled the photo out of his hands.
The blood-stained photos blurred Mia's formerly delicate features.
"Well ..." Rodney's face was just like a withered flower, and the only thing he loved was taken away by Charlotte. He could not say a word, and he could only make an "urgh" sound constantly.
"I heard that no one has seen Mia's picture, right?"
Charlotte smiled smugly, slowly approaching Rodney, and the otherwise soft and gentle face revealed a grim smile.
She shredded the bloody photo inch by inch in front of Rodney's face and stuffed all the pieces into her mouth in front of Rodney's desperately struggling and painful eyes.
The taste of blood filled her mouth. The photo was hard for her mouth, but she swallowed it all without hesitation.
She then stuck out her tongue to lick the remaining blood from her lips.
Looking into Rodney's incredulous, resigned eyes, she spoke slowly and deliberately, "The only picture, huh? From now on, no one will ever know what Mia looks like. Take this fond memory with you to hell, old thing! Hmph!"
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