The loud crash reverberated through the house, sending shivers through the halls and pulling the Su brothers from their rooms. They hurried to the source of the noise, their expressions a mixture of concern and urgency. As they stepped into the living room, they froze in place, their eyes widening at the scene before them.
Jiho stood there, her figure poised and commanding, radiating an icy aura that filled the room. Her lips curled into a cruel smirk, a look that sent a chill down their spines. At her feet lay their stepmother, sprawled awkwardly on the floor, her once-proud demeanor reduced to helpless fury. She glared up at Jiho, her face contorted with a mix of fear and defiance, but her trembling hands betrayed her vulnerability.
