"Chris, what are you trying to do?"

"What am I trying to do? Isn't it obvious? I want the truth. If you won't talk, then I'll let these vagrants take good care of you…"

Chris gently stroked my cheek, yet his touch sent a chill through my entire body.

"Chris, I'm hiding the truth for your sake. Please believe me!"

"For my sake?" Chris let out a mocking laugh. "Jenny, have you no shame? Even now, you refuse to repent. You're rotten to the bone! I'll pry that mouth of yours open!"

With a casual wave of his hand, several vagrants surged forward, their leering gazes so ravenous it was as if they wanted to devour me alive.

"Chris, don't… I'm carrying our child…"

I cried out, my voice breaking.

Chris glanced at my slightly swollen belly, disgust written plainly on his face.

"You think you deserve to carry my child? Then you can experience the pain of losing one too!"

Laughter spilled from his lips.

The vagrants could no longer restrain their lust. They piled onto me all at once.

Like beasts, they tore at me, biting and pawing at my body with savage hunger.

I screamed and begged, pleading with them to spare me—spare the child in my womb.

But my suffering only excited them further. They violated me in increasingly twisted ways.

I watched helplessly as the iron bed was stained red with blood, crying out to Chris through unbearable agony.

Yet, he remained utterly unmoved.

In that moment, I finally understood.

Chris's patience—his restraint—had all been for this revenge.

For revenge, he was willing to use even his own child as a bargaining chip.

I was consumed by despair and completely gave up resisting.

Hours passed. I lay there like a piece of rotting flesh, yet Chris still did not let me go. What awaited me was endless torment, with no light in sight.

As the shocking images played out, the plaza fell into a brief silence.

Some women condemned Chris, accusing him of humiliating women and crossing a moral line.

But far more people watched with malicious delight.

"Chris really treats us like insiders! I wonder if he'd let us join in next time?"

"A life for a life—what Chris did is perfectly justified!"

At the bedside, Chris looked at me with a mocking smile.

"What? Starting to reminisce about those days again?

"You didn't really think I'd have a child with you, did you? A vicious woman like you—worthy of carrying my bloodline? Dream on!

"I just want you to experience the despair my sister felt back then. This is the price you pay for hiding the truth!"

His words were like a demon's whisper, carving a deeper wound into my already shattered body.

Pain, hatred, and profound helplessness swirled in my eyes.

"I didn't say anything—for your sake!"

"Stubborn to the end!" Chris shouted furiously. "This is no longer up to you!"

The device continued to burrow deeper and deeper. I had completely lost control of my body. Involuntary reactions wracked me, blood spilling continuously from my mouth.

Lisa's image began flickering across the projection.

Overcome with excitement, Chris urged impatiently, "Deeper! Keep going—don't stop!"

The technicians hesitated.

"Sir, the device has never gone this deep into a human body. This could kill her!"

"What are you afraid of?" Chris snarled. "If someone dies, I'll take responsibility. If you don't want the job, get out—now!"

By this point, Chris had completely lost his sanity. He shoved the technician toward the controls, forcing him to continue.

As the button was pressed, the images dissolved into chaos… then suddenly froze on a single moment.

It was the instant I pushed open the door to the apartment balcony.

"No—!"

Lisa plunged from the rooftop. At the edge of the building, a man was kneeling with his back turned.

"The killer! The killer's appeared! She was actually at the scene!"

"She must know the killer—maybe they were working together!"

"Lower than beasts! Chris's family supported her for years, and this is how she repaid them…"

Voices erupted all at once, accusations flying in every direction.

In the audience, my mother-in-law saw the killer with her own eyes. Overwhelmed, she nearly fainted.

"You saw it clearly… why didn't you say anything?"

Down below the apartment building, a mangled body lay sprawled in the middle of the road. Beneath the shattered abdomen, the faint outline of a child was still visible.

Outside the police cordon, Chris stared blankly at the scene, his eyes slowly turning red.

I collapsed at his feet, crying and retching at the same time.

My mother-in-law rushed over after hearing the news, screaming as she tried to break through the police line. When officers stopped her, she collapsed unconscious on the spot.

After forensic examination, the conclusion was that Lisa had died by suicide, but there were clear signs of tearing injuries on her body.

In other words, she had been violated before her death.

But who could be so utterly depraved as to assault a pregnant woman?

As the one who had called the police immediately, I naturally became everyone's last hope.

My mother-in-law grabbed my arm with a death grip, squeezing until it hurt.

"Jenny, what did you see when you got there? Was someone responsible for Lisa's death? Say something!"

Seeing the woman who had always cared so much about appearances now completely unhinged, the words rose to my lips—only to die in my throat. I closed my eyes, unable to look at her.

"Mom… I don't know."

In an instant, all the strength drained from her body. She collapsed stiffly to the ground.

I rushed forward to help her up, but Chris shoved me aside. The look in his eyes held unease, anger, and desperate pleading all at once.

I knew he wanted an answer.

But I didn't dare say it. I couldn't say it.

"Chris… I'm sorry…"

"Can 'sorry' bring back two lives?"

"Keep watching," someone shouted. "Let's see who the murderer she's protecting really is—and send that adulterous pair to their graves together!"

Amid the furious denunciations of the crowd in the plaza, the figure kneeling on the rooftop finally turned around.