At the sight of the President's lifeless body, Liora, his wife, let out a strangled gasp before her knees gave way beneath her. Tyson lunged forward, catching her just in time, his arms shaking as he held her delicate frame.
Shuan rushed to help, holding Liora's other arm, but the burden of sorrow rendered her body limp. Her breathing was shallow, her face pale, as though all the life had been sucked out from her the moment her husband dropped dead.
Seraphina fell to her knees a few feet away, her hands clawing at the floor as if trying to grasp reality itself. Her wide, tear-filled eyes stayed locked on her father's body, refusing to blink, refusing to accept what was right in front of her. Coco had executed him—right before her eyes—and she had done nothing. Nobody had acted at all.
A shattered breath escaped her lips. "F-Father..." The word barely formed, her voice breaking into silence.
