Staring at the guard before her eyes with an expressionless face, Sarah asked for help in a weak voice, "Help me. Please, help me."

She had to survive. If she died, no one else could avenge her father's death.

She must kill Monica and Amy with her own hands and let those who once hurt her pay the price.

"Help me."

Sarah desperately crawled forward. The guard flashed a sneer and said with contempt, "I didn't expect you to be so tough. In theory, the poison should have taken effect long ago."

"What?"

Sarah shuddered all over in disbelief and lifted her head to look at the guard. However, her vision was blurring, and her internal organs were hurting.

All of a sudden, she opened her mouth and spat out a massive mouthful of dark blood.

As her consciousness was losing, she heard the guard's cold voice saying, "You will become a disaster if you're allowed to stay alive. Do you really think Mrs. Smith would stop as you're sent to this place? How stupid..."

"Monica..."

"Why? Why are you allowed to enjoy all the joys and luxuries after doing all kinds of evils? That's unfair. God is unjust!"

"Monica! Amy! I, Sarah Smith, swear that even if I go to hell after death and turn into a vicious ghost, I will come back to kill you two."

...

"Sarah, are you awake? Dad wants you to go downstairs. Mr. Green is here."

Sarah was awakened by the knocking at the door and Amy's shouting.

She frowned irritably, then sat up in bed abruptly as she recalled something, staring at the scene in front of her with her eyes wide open.

She instantly recognized that it was her bedroom from the familiar decor and vibe.

What the heck? Was not she dead? What was the hell going on?

Could it be a dream? So, even the dead could dream?

Sarah frowned due to a headache.

"Sarah, I'm coming in."

As Sarah did not respond to Amy for a good while, the latter pushed the door open and entered the room.

Hearing the door creak, Sarah tilted her head to look over. The moment she saw Amy, her pupils constricted, and then, endless hatred flooded into her eyes.

Noticing the murderous look in Sarah's eyes, Amy intuitively took two steps back with fear, saying, "Sarah, you..."

Sarah interrupted the other girl's weak voice in anger, roaring, "Amy, you bitch. I'll kill you."

With that, Sarah jumped off the bed and pounced directly on Amy.

Before Amy could react, Sarah slapped her in the face, then grabbed her hair to hit her head towards the wall.

"Amy, you want me to die, don't you? Come on, let's go to hell together!"

At this moment, the expression on Sarah's face was like that of a demon from hell, eerie and terrifying.

Amy was firstly dazed by Sarah's beating, then struggled desperately after coming to her senses.

"Sarah, you bitch. Let go of me, let go..."

Amy felt like her scalp was about to be pulled off as Sarah grabbed her hair rudely, and the pain was excruciating.

Amy reached out to pat Sarah. However, no matter how Amy struggled and slapped the latter, Sarah refused to loosen her hands and held Amy in a death grip.

Eventually, Amy managed to free herself from Sarah's grip and turned to run out of the room as fast as possible, crying out while fleeing.

"Mom and Dad, please help me. Sarah is crazy. She's trying to kill me!"