The champagne glass had already been cracked from her stomping earlier. Summer Sutton gave it a squeeze, and the thin, brittle glass shattered instantly, embedding tiny shards into her palm.
Bright red blood gushed out at once, flowing rather fiercely.
Summer Sutton seemed oblivious to the pain. She stared at her hand, dumbfounded for a few seconds.
She was in the light, close to where Watt Bennet was, the blood on her hand was shocking and hard for anyone to ignore, even at night.
Watt Bennet's gaze swept in her direction, lingering a little long on her bleeding hand.
Lily Winslow was also looking towards Summer Sutton, staring dazedly at the blood on her hand, a bit frightened.
This woman, why was she so cruel to herself?
The pain in Summer Sutton's hand was severe, yet she seemed completely unaware of it.
Through the dim light, she stared at Watt Bennet.
