Chapter 102 Hundred And Two

• I darted back to the upper floor. The screams we had heard were of pure agony. Someone was in excruciating pain. My thoughts flew straight to Lily, the frail maid who had promised to reveal the Astors’ darkest secrets to me on the second floor.
• Benedict Astor must have sent a demon after that poor girl for daring to speak against them. My legs moved as rapidly as possible, and soon, I reached the source of the screams. I threw open the door to that room and found my fears to be spot on. Lily was on the floor, bleeding heavily through multiple stab wounds. The astonishing part was that instead of a demon, my brother Derrick was standing close to the body with a knife drenched in blood.
• “Derrick, what is this?!” I cried. I didn't believe him to be the actual killer. He must be possessed or under the influence of heavy drugs or witchcraft.