Zuri hated her father and the needles, she couldn't think straight when she saw him again, threatening her with the same method he used to do when he was alive.
And now he was dead, Zuri was still trapped in the same nightmare.
How could she be in this situation? She had killed him. She was the reason that he was dead, but even so, she still couldn't get rid of him.
The only thing in her mind right now was to get rid of him, ghost or not, she wanted to know whether he would be bleeding if she smashed his head. She had killed two guards brutally and attacked her brother to the point he was in critical condition.
She was not going to let a ghost from the past to ruin her again.
With that in, Zuri grabbed a vase on the table and charged toward her father. He was still holding those damn needles and a derisive smile graced his lips.