Chapter 2

But my pleas were met with Jack's distorted face as he roared:

"You still dare to quibble? You knew very well that Rose had depression and couldn't handle stress!"

"But you didn't open the door for her, didn't wake me up to comfort her lonely and fragile heart, letting her drown herself in despair!"

"Bah! You're just a malicious woman! Jealousy made you lose your humanity! You could even do this to your own sister!"

"You may not have broken the law, but you're morally bankrupt!"

"I must get justice for Rose! Repent, you executioner!"

He forcefully shoved me into the sterilization chamber.

The chamber wasn't large. To close the door, Jack actually broke my right wrist.

I screamed in agony while he laughed maniacally.

He slammed the door shut, isolating me in the cramped darkness.

I have claustrophobia. I screamed hysterically inside, suffering both mental and physical torture.

Jack was unmoved and stormed off.

Before leaving, he turned on the chamber's sterilization program.

Ozone continuously poured in.

At low concentrations, ozone smells like fresh grass. It wasn't too unpleasant.

I could still bear it.

Although I was afraid of the dark and my wrist hurt terribly, for the sake of the baby in my belly, I trembled but encouraged myself to be brave.

Women may be weak, but mothers are strong.

With the company of the child in my womb, I didn't feel as frightened.

But Jack forgot to turn off the sterilization program, and ozone kept pouring in!

The concentration got higher and higher, turning into a fishy smell.

I was good at chemistry. I knew that low concentrations of ozone weren't toxic.

But at high concentrations, inhaling too much could damage the respiratory system, circulatory system, and nervous system.

It could be fatal!

In the blue smoke, I felt chest tightness, shortness of breath, arrhythmia, and a splitting headache.

"Let me out!"

"Help!"

"Jack, I'm carrying your child! We're both going to die!"

I screamed desperately, but no one answered my calls.

I was terrified of dying!

I was even more afraid something would happen to the baby in my belly!

I cried and pounded on the door.

It wouldn't budge.

My right hand was broken, so I tried to claw at it with my left hand.

I tore off my nails, rubbed my flesh raw, exposing white bone, but it was all in vain.

In the end, I died, tragically saying goodbye to this cruel world along with the unborn child in my womb.

Jack's mercy never came.

Jack, how could you be so cruel!