Rosa's face contorted with intense shock and desperation as she watched Daniel move closer to the edge of the terrace, something dark and unmistakable glinting faintly in his hand as sunlight caught the metal blade he'd produced without a word of warning. "Daniel, no!" Eleanor's voice suddenly shifted, panic finally breaking through her earlier cold detachment as she registered exactly what her son was preparing to do. "She is your wife!" Rosa's arms burned with exhaustion, sweat mixing with tears as she struggled to maintain her grip on both the cable and the desperate hope that someone, anyone, might still intervene before it was too late. Daniel didn't respond to his mother's sudden panic, his expression remaining eerily calm as he crouched near the cable's anchor point, the blade catching the afternoon light with a cold, deliberate glint. Grace's screams intensified, pure animal terror overtaking whatever composure she'd managed to maintain until this exact moment. "Daniel, please," she sobbed, her voice breaking entirely, "think about our babies." But Daniel's expression remained unmoved, his focus entirely fixed on the task he'd apparently already decided upon long before he'd ever climbed those stairs. Rosa's grip on the cable tightened desperately, every muscle in her body straining against the impossible weight of trying to save two lives while a man calmly prepared to end them both, his calculated calm somehow more terrifying than any outburst of rage could ever have been.