Someone violently yanked her hair, causing a sharp wave of pain rippling across her scalp. The stench of urine and excrement hit Mabel Jenning’s nostrils as she was shoved down hard onto the toilet. The toilet seemed like a monstrous, pus-dripping creature with a gaping, blood-red mouth ready to swallow her whole. Behind her, several women held Mabel down, forcing her head toward the foul water in the toilet. “No, please!” Mabel screamed. She could only watch helplessly as they pressed her face into the disgusting, foul-smelling water, mixed with waste. She fought with every ounce of her strength, her breath growing more erratic. Mabel gasped for air, flailing her limbs desperately, trying to lift her head out of the water. “No—” “Gurgling!” But her resistance was useless. The combined force of the women behind her kept Mabel trapped, unable to escape. A cold, nauseating liquid mixed with excrement rushed into her nostrils. The sting in her nose from the water forced her to open her mouth. The salty, foul water surged into her throat, bubbles rising and escaping from her mouth. “Gurgling!” Help me! I’m going to die! I don’t want to die! Mabel screamed inside her mind, but no sound escaped her lips. The water flooded her windpipe, and the sensation of foreign matter in her throat made her want to cough, but all she felt was more water rushing into her body. “Please, don’t—” Her lungs tore with excruciating pain, burning with a fire that spread throughout her chest. Mabel felt as if her body were being drained dry, unable to exhale, unable to inhale. The long, suffocating pressure took its toll. Mabel gradually lost her strength, intense, fiery pain masking the slow onset of suffocation. The foul, waste-filled water swirled around, carrying warmth away from her nasal passages, down her throat, and into her lungs. Mabel no longer had the strength to resist. “She’s not moving. She won’t die, will she?” Gradually, the lack of oxygen made Mabel’s mind grow weak, her ears deafened by the silence. Am I going to die? Mabel’s eyes dulled, her vision fading. She was on the verge of succumbing to darkness when someone yanked her scalp upwards, tossing her to the ground like a lifeless dog. “Cough, cough, cough—” Mabel gasped violently, taking deep breaths. “Is she dead? It looks like she’s still alive! Hahahaha!” The women laughed, as though they had just played a game, showing no remorse for their cruel actions. “Once the heiress of the Jennings, now nothing more than trash,” came the cold, mocking voice above her. Mabel lifted her head, staring at the group of women standing before her. They were strangers—she didn’t recognize any of them. “Why? I haven’t done anything to you. Don’t you fear the prison guards?” Mabel’s voice trembled as she spoke. “What did you say? Prison guards? Hahaha! Did you think you could get the prison guards to punish us?” One of the women pointed at Mabel’s face, then suddenly slapped her hard across the cheek. Smack! Mabel’s ears rang from the slap, and for a moment she seemed to lose her hearing. The women burst into laughter at her disheveled state. These b*tches! How dare they do this to me? Mabel looked at them with deep-seated resentment. She knew that in prison, if you didn’t fight back when being bullied, you would forever be their target. I have to fight back! She gasped for air. Fight them back! That single thought consumed Mabel’s mind. She clenched her fists tightly, mustering every last bit of her strength. Without warning, she lunged at the woman in charge and pressed her to the ground, sinking her teeth into the woman’s neck. Mabel tasted the metallic flavor of blood. “Ouch! You b*tch! Get off me!” The woman screamed, her fist hammering down on Mabel’s body. But Mabel held on, vehemently biting into the woman’s flesh. The pain was unbearable, yet she refused to let go. The other prisoners were stunned. No one had expected Mabel, who was nearly killed by them, to have the strength and courage to fight back. “Help! What are you doing? Get this crazy b*tch off me!” The woman Mabel had bitten screamed, her hands gripping Mabel’s neck in a desperate attempt to break free. The surrounding women gasped, rushing to help. But Mabel clung to her victim like a lioness holding onto her prey, enduring punches and kicks from the other women. Despite almost suffocating, she managed to hold on. Finally, the woman managed to shake Mabel off. A chunk of her flesh remained in Mabel’s mouth. As some of the other women stared at her as though she were a monster, Mabel erupted into manic laughter. “Hahaha.” “No one, NO ONE can bully me! No one!” Mabel, the heiress of the Jennings, would tear a piece of flesh from her enemies even in her darkest hour. The large woman who had been bitten was driven into a frenzy by Mabel’s defiance. Her eyes bloodshot, she shouted, “Damn it! You b*tch! Sisters, get her! Beat her senseless; it doesn’t matter—Mr. Scott said to ‘take good care’ of this b*tch. We can do anything we like as long as we don’t kill her!” Mr. Scott’s orders?! Mabel’s body trembled, a sharp pain radiating from her heart to her limbs. It’s Xavier’s doing. The man who had ordered these women to beat her to death was none other than her fiancé, Xavier Scott. Xavier! Why? Her hands and feet were trembling as her heart turned to ice. If it was his command, then everything made sense. No wonder there had been no prison guard responding to the chaos. That’s why the huge, intimidating women surrounding her were so fearless. No wonder her parents, who had always cherished her, had cast her out of the family. That’s why the prosecution had been able to convict her with insufficient evidence, sentencing her to three years in prison. It was all Xavier’s orders. He had gone this far against his fiancée for the sake of his lover. But why? The accident with Whitney has nothing to do with me!