Even the streamers and reporters froze for a moment before shakily pointing their cameras at her.
As the lens zoomed in on her emotionless face and that blade in her grip, the livestream chat lit up like wildfire.
[Holy crap, that’s the woman who murdered her whole family three years ago! She just walked in like nothing happened?]
[It’s her daughter’s wedding today. Did she really show up with a knife? Is she going to kill her too?]
[She must be here to finish what she started. Three years ago, the daughter survived. Now she’s back to tie up loose ends!]
[This woman’s a monster. Who slaughters their own family?]
[Oh my god, just watching this gives me chills. Bride, run!]
The viewers held their breath, watching in horror, every eye glued to the screen, waiting to see what I would do.
Dorian instinctively stepped in front of me, shielding me with his body, eyes fixed warily on my mother.
But I didn’t flinch.
With the entire hall watching, I calmly stepped around him and walked straight toward her, my voice cool and composed.
“Mom, long time no see.”
