Chapter 10

Sensing my hesitation, my grandfather spoke up again, "Chevonne, are you really going to cling selfishly to life and let all these people die in your place?" My grandpa and Ernest stared at me, awaiting my decision. Both their expressions were sharper than a knife. Under their expectant gazes, I moved quicker than a hummingbird in flight and rammed the dagger into the older man's chest. Fresh blood gushed out in a matter of seconds. My grandfather's expression twisted in agony. He stared at me in disbelief. "W-Why? Chevonne, I am your grandfather!" The corners of my lips curled up into a glacial smile. "Quit acting. You're not my grandfather at all. My grandfather was indeed a great fortune-teller, one who cared deeply for the world. He was someone who would sacrifice himself to save others. "But even then, he revered life and honored every individual equally. He would rather sacrifice himself than resort to taking innocent lives. "Since you dared to impersonate my grandfather,