Chapter 296 The Choice To Fall

• Martha slowly picked up the shards of broken glass scattered across the floor, her trembling hand guiding one onto her wrist.
• To her, she was nothing more than a sinner, someone whose existence no one would mourn. A single, sharp pain, and everything would be over. Blood spilled, a lifetime erased.
• Her consciousness began to waver as she collapsed to the floor, her fading vision catching a fleeting image of the housekeeper's silhouette.