Chapter 107: A Mother’s Despair (2)
Louis and Diana slowly moved closer to Priscilla, but still gave her enough space so she wouldn’t start lashing out again.
Charlotte noticed Carmen’s expression darken as she struggled to hold back her tears. It was almost impossible not to cry when faced with the sight of her own daughter turning into a mindless wreck after being tortured by her own husband and son.
Carmen took a slow step forward, opening her arms. "It’s okay, sweetheart. Come here," she said softly.
For a moment, it seemed like Priscilla might calm down. But just as Carmen reached out her hand, Priscilla suddenly let out a sharp cry and stumbled backward, grabbing her head as if it was splitting in two.
"No! No! Stay away!" she screamed, tears running down her face. "It hurts!" She shoved Carmen’s hand away harshly. "WHO ARE YOU?!"
It was clear that her mind was badly damaged. Pieces of her memories were broken and jumbled. Every time she tried to remember something, it felt like a sharp axe was cutting through her head.
"Priscilla!" Carmen called out, rushing to her.
Priscilla collapsed to the floor, shaking and sobbing uncontrollably.
Even though she kept kicking and hitting anyone who got close, Carmen didn’t care. She pulled her daughter into a tight hug, holding her close despite the pain.