ine, lost in a daze, finally spoke up, “Sister Gena, please, I need some food. I really can’t go on like this…”


    With a sneer, Gena poured the remaining porridge from the lunchbox onto the ground. She then yfully tapped the mess with her toes, mocking ine as she said, “Want something to eat? Go ahead and lick it off the ground!”


    Just the day before, when Gena had made the same request of ine, she had resisted vehemently.


    ine felt humiliated at the thought of kneeling down to perform such a degrading act for a mere meal.


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    With determination, ine knelt and began to lick the cold porridge from the concrete floor without hesitation.


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    The thought of ine potentially facing ten to twenty years behind bars filled her with a sense of excitement.


    As ine consumed the porridge bit by bit, she didn’t mind that she was also swallowing sand; survival was all that mattered.


    Just then, the prison guard opened the cell door and looked at ine coldly, saying, “ine,e with me. The police are ready to interrogate you!”


    Those held in the detention center had not yet been sentenced; they were ssified as suspects. It was standard procedure for suspects to be taken to the police station for further questioning.


    Upon hearing she was to be interrogated, ine felt no hesitation. She struggled to her feet and rushed towards the door, tears streaming down her face as she pleaded with the guard, “Please, just take me away quickly.”


    Unbeknownst to her, this interrogation was merely a fa?ade orchestrated by her son-inw, Charlie!


    The prison guard was taken aback by ine’s pitiful condition. Her face and body bore wounds, and she had lost two of her front teeth.


    He quickly instructed her, “Come on, follow me. The police officers are waiting for you outside!”


    The two police officers assigned to her case were the same ones who had brought her in just two days prior.


    They were momentarily stunned by ine’s transformation in less than forty-eight hours.


    However, aware that someone had intervened to ensure they wouldn’t press her too hard, they decided to overlook her condition and said, “Let’s go. Our vehicle is ready outside.”


    One officer produced a pair of handcuffs and approached ine, securing them around her wrists behind her back.


    As she followed the officers out, ine’s anxiety bubbled over, and she asked nervously, “Officer, I’ve been wronged! Have you made any progress on my case? When will I be cleared? When can I go home?”


    Overwhelmed, she broke down in tears.


    The police officer responded, “You’re implicated in an international fraud case—thergest ever recorded. You are our first suspect, and your arrest has marked a significant breakthrough in our investigation.”


    He continued, “If you have any aplices, it would be wise to confess now and provide us with their names. Cooperation could lead to a more lenient punishment for you.”


    Trembling and weeping, ine cried out, “Officer, please believe me! I swear I knew nothing about this! You should be arresting my son-inw! I can take you to him now. If you have any questions, he can answer them. You can even do whatever you want to him; I don’t care! But don’t mistake me for a criminal!”