Chapter 823 Like Her Old Self

• Clifford dropped to his knees beside the broken body, his eyes red, his voice raw and cracking. "Please—somebody help her! Save my mom, I'm begging you!"
• But the crowd only stared as he screamed in desperation. Blank faces. Cold eyes. Not a single hand reached out.
• Seraphina stepped forward. She looked at the boy, who was trembling and desperate, then down at the lifeless woman in the spreading pool of blood. For a split second, she saw herself—long ago, abandoned, powerless.