But soon, the police behind her caught up, tripping her to the ground with one foot, and then quickly restraining her: "Be honest—!"
At this moment, a window on the second floor.
Joshua Sulliven stood with one hand in his trouser pocket, coldly watching the scene outside the window.
Beside him stood a woman in a fitted suit, also watching the scene with a calm expression, but her gaze held a tinge of emotion as she softly said, "After so long, Victoria Carter finally receives her deserved punishment."
Joshua Sulliven gently held her in his embrace, his voice deep and slow, "The next one is Marilyn Carter; neither she nor her daughter will escape."
Keira Leaf leaned gently against his chest, both their gazes falling on the disheveled Victoria Carter outside the window.
"How's Uncle Monty?"
Joshua Sulliven nodded: "Hmm, some died, the rest were caught, Uncle Monty finally took his own life, that old man should have died long ago."
