"Stay back! Come any closer, and I'll take you down with her!"

Brandishing the knife, Yana's glare was piercing as she addressed

Drake.

“It's your daughter's mess. You're as culpable as she is for my torment!"

Stung by her words, Drake stepped back, a pang of guilt washing over him.

Fearing for her father's safety, Maggie interjected, “Yana, don't harm my father. Put the knife down, and we can sit down and discuss this."

Yana shot her a scornful look.

“So you wish to negotiate? Fine, but don't back away."

Maggie swallowed hard, feigning calm.

“Yana, first, put down the knife. I'll come closer then.”

“Scared? There‘s no room for discussion between us. I will end you, Maggie!"

With a crazed laugh, Yana lunged at Maggie.

Without a second thought, Maggie pivoted and sprinted away.

At this point, Bart, drawn by the commotion, arrived in the hallway

The sight of Yana, brandishing the knife while relentlessly chasing his sister, left him dumbstruck, and he quickly intervened.

“Yana, what's gotten into you? Don't harm Maggie."

Out of breath, Yana stared wide-eyed at him.

“Out of my way, or it's your life next!"

In a bid to pacify her, Bart pleaded, “Let's not resort to this, Yana. We can sit down and talk. We're family, after all."

“And who are you to call me family? Out of my path!"

Without warning, Yana plunged the knife to Bart's chest.

Following closely behind, Drake, petrified, yanked his son out of harm's way.