Lady Wilson let out a cold snort. “What do you mean, what did you do wrong? As long as you’re alive and breathing, you’re in the wrong! Your only option is to die and stop wasting precious oxygen in this world!”


    A sharp pain shot through ine’s ear, making her tremble with fear. It felt as if her ear might be torn right off, yet she dared not show any sign of disobedience. Instead, she swallowed her bitterness and braced herself against the pain and suffering.


    ‘Just a little longer, just a little longer, and I’ll escape this hellhole!’


    ‘Once I’m out, that useless old woman will be free in just a few days too. Until then, she’ll find herself with no ce to go, no food to eat, and she’ll probably end up dying in the streets! That’s when I’ll get my revenge!’


    Did the old woman really think she would be stuck here for ten long years? She even dared to dream that she would be weed at the Thompson First vi with that ridiculous letter! What augh!<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    The old woman must have never guessed that not only would ine not be imprisoned for a decade, but she would be released soon!


    ine eagerly anticipated the day the prison guards would finally let her go. The olddy would be left stunned and despondent, likely filled with frustration!


    She might just perish right here!


    Indeed, Lady Wilson had not expected ine’s release. She was convinced that ine would remain in jail for the rest of her life.


    This was why she treasured ine’s letter, believing it would secure her ce in the Thompson First vi when her time came to be freed in about ten days.


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    After finally moving into that vi, she had no intention of leaving; she intended to stay there until herst breath!


    Her beliefs leaned towards the superstitious and conservative. She was convinced that dying in a luxurious mansion would ensure her reincarnation into a wealthier family in her next life, allowing her to enjoy endless prosperity.


    At that moment, the prison guards approached their cell.


    Lady Wilson reluctantly released her grip on ine’s ear. After pinching it with all her might, ine’s ear was left red, swollen, and even torn, with a bit of bleeding at the lobe.


    Tears streamed down ine’s cheeks from the agony, but she was on the verge of bursting with excitement at the sight of the prison guards.


    They were finally here! They were here to set her free!


    She was about to regain her freedom!


    She could finally return to the grand mansion, fill her stomach with delectable food, and sleep peacefully!


    For the past two days, she had barely eaten, managing only a couple of mouthfuls of porridge off the floor. Sleep had eluded her, and she was running a fever. It was all too tragic. She could hardly wait to leave this ce!


    The guard marched up to the cell, swung the door open, and called out, “Yard time! Everyone, line up!”


    “Yard time?!”


    ine felt her heart plummet as if it had dropped below zero.


    Were the guards really here just for yard time? Were they noting to release her? Had they not received the news about her release?