"Great work, Neil!" Willow exclaimed as he reached his side.
His eyes lit up at the sight of Aurora lying still on the floor, a pool of blood forming near her head.
He felt sorry for her situation, yet the memory of how she kicked him and left his knees aching made that sympathy vanish instantly.
"Aurora, if only you had listened to your uncle, you wouldn't have to suffer as you do now," Willow said softly, bringing Neil back to his senses.
Neil looked up at Willow with a blank expression and begged in a trembling voice.
"Sir, sir, I will call an ambulance. I can't let my young miss die like this. This isn't my plan..."
Neil didn't wait for Willow Spencer to respond; he fumbled for his cell phone in his pocket with shaking hands.
"Do whatever you want, Neil! But hurry... I need you to untie my hands."
Willow shook his head, gazing into Neil's tearful eyes as he tried again to free her hands but was unsuccessful. This only increased his annoyance with Aurora.
