She glanced at Zayn and touched his hand lightly, her eyes looking as though they could speak. Zayn’s face was solemn, and he glanced at her and blinked a few times, signaling that they would wait and see before talking about this.

In the meantime, Xyla had heard the commotion and ran over.

Seeing the scene that she had walked into, there was a dumbfounded look on her face.

She walked towards Carey and asked in a low voice, “Third Aunt, what’s going on?”

As soon as she said that, she saw Tristan roaring loudly, “Ahhh, I’m so hungry! Ahhh, hungry, so hungry! Let me eat, get lost…”

However, Tristan was unable to break free from his uncle’s hold.

In the next moment, he started mutilating himself, beating himself up to the point the cracking of the bones from the blows he gave himself could be heard.

Everyone else on the scene was dumbfounded, their jaws dropping one after another.

Abel couldn’t bear to watch anymore. This was his son, after all. If he allowed this to continue,