Chapter 270. Final Battle

Ellie's POV

"Where did it all start with my mother? What do you mean by that?" I query.

"This is where I tortured her to my pleasure, and I enjoyed all her howls of anguish and appeals for mercy, which I, unfortunately, didn't have! The baseball? Doesn't it remind you of something?" She says it with so much elation.

Yes! It reminds me of my mother! All those imprints that tore her beautiful face! I knew a car accident couldn’t have done all that to her, you know!

Curse you, sick witch! You will pay dearly for that! For everything, and that too, today itself, in this very same house!

"I already knew you were behind her mysterious tragedy. But why here?" I ask.

"There wouldn't have been a satisfactory place for her sufferings other than this—this home—and this exact room that was deemed to be my bedroom with Richard. I bought this house some years ago as our supposed rest house with my one great love—your stupid father. But that nev