?<strong>Chapter 607:</strong>


    The alcohol was clouding Lanny’s thoughts, making him more impulsive and erratic. His grip on the machete tightened as his emotions spiraled out of control. Without fully realizing what he was doing, he swung the machete at Glenda.


    When rity returned to him, he was horrified to see the machete buried in Glenda’s body.


    The de was stuck in Glenda’s delicate neck, causing blood to gush out like a fountain.


    Glenda’s eyes were wide with shock as she stared at Lanny, unable to believe her fate.


    She could never have imagined that her life would end this way, especially at the hands of Lanny, the man she had shared her life with for over two decades.


    Lanny looked back at Glenda, whose eyes were now lifeless. Glenda had died instantly, beyond help.


    Elyse hadn’t foreseen this oue either. Her n had been for Glenda to end up in prison alongside Lanny. But now, Glenda was dead from Lanny’s impulsive act.


    After a quick look at Glenda, whoy in a pool of blood, Elyse turned her attention to Lanny, who stood swaying slightly in ce.


    “You’ve just killed your wife, and there are plenty of witnesses,” Elyse said coldly. “How will you dodge the me this time? Will you tell the judge you were drinking? That you had too much?”


    Lanny didn’t answer Elyse. Glenda’s death had shocked him to the core. The shock seemed to sober him up as he realized there was no escaping the consequences this time.


    Yet, part of him still felt foggy. He couldn’t understand why he would kill Glenda instead of J. His original target was J!


    With this thought, Lanny turned to look for Morgan. Morgan, who had been tied up on the floor earlier, was now standing behind the police, her gaze filled with scorn and relief.


    The rope on the ground confirmed to Lanny that his actions against Morgan were real, not imagined. He understood then that Glenda’s death was not a dream.


    Overwhelmed, Lanny lunged at Elyse like a madman.


    He yelled, “You damn bitch! It’s all because of you. I should have killed you when I took your parents’ lives. You all deserved to die together.”


    No matter how much Lannyter regretted showing “mercy,” it couldn’t alter the oue now.


    Lanny’s assault was futile. He didn’t manage to hurt Elyse but instead was overpowered by her bodyguards and then handcuffed by the police.


    Still defiant, Lanny shouted, “I should have strangled you, you witch. How dare youe after me like this. I’ll get you.”


    The more Elyse observed Lanny, the more baffled she became. How could her mother, Jazmine, have had such a brother?


    Elyse stared at Lanny with disdain. “It’s unfortunate you didn’t strangle me. Your hesitation allowed me to live, discover who my real parents were, and learn who usurped their property and caused their deaths.”


    Lanny continued to shout until he was forcibly silenced by a gag ced by the police. The police then escorted Lanny away.


    Elyse approached Morgan, watching as she handed over a recorder and a locator to the police as evidence. After turning in the evidence, Morgan looked at Elyse in surprise and said, “I thought Jayden would handle this. I didn’t expect you to. It caught me off guard.”


    Elyse replied calmly, “Anyone could have handled it, but Jayden is still recovering. It was better for me toe.”


    Morgan nced at Glenda, who was dead on the ground, surrounded by several policemen collecting evidence. With a concerned expression, Morgan asked, “Are you alright? Did this frighten you?”


    Elyse nced at Glenda’s body and maintained herposure. “I’m fine, though shocked. I never thought Lanny would kill Glenda. She’s his wife, after all.”


    Morgan responded, “You don’t know Lanny. He’s such a selfish and impulsive person. He always puts his desires first. No matter how much regret he felt afterward, in that moment, he definitely wanted to kill Glenda. The alcohol just gives him an excuse.”


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