Chapter 111

• The heavy iron door creaked as it swung open, and Rose was roughly dragged into a dimly lit room by two guards. The cold air smelled of rust and oil, and the faint glint of sharp, sinister tools gleamed under the flickering light of an old bulb.
• "Elder sister... please, don't do this! I beg you!" Rose's voice trembled with desperation, her tear-streaked face twisted in fear.
• Standing a few feet away, Lily observed her sister with an expressionless face, her arms crossed over her chest. Though she knew this was merely a scene for the cameras, a flicker of satisfaction stirred within her. Seeing Rose in such a vulnerable, terrified state felt... right. Her heart clenched as memories of her own suffering resurfaced—the unbearable pain, the suffocating smoke, the helplessness.