When Rong Jin awoke, bandages were wound around her head, neck, and arms. Even the slightest stir sent a jolt of pain through her, forcing a sharp hiss of breath between her teeth. She was locked in a detention cell. When an officer came to deliver a meal, he told her, "You're a suspect in the attempted murder of Song Shi, the president of Shenhe Group. Just sit tight and wait for your court summons." She cursed herself for not tracking the car more closely, for letting Song Shi get away. Rong Jin had no intention of rotting in this cell. She called out to an officer, “I need to make a phone call. I want to get a lawyer.” The officer just sneered and ignored her. Later that night, the same officer, absent for hours, reappeared. He shoved two women into the cell and uncuffed them. Rong Jin watched as they entered, their hostile gazes landing on her immediately. She instinctively recoiled, her body tense with vigilance. She fought to stay awake until the early hours of the morning, but exhaustion finally claimed her. A vicious pinch on her injured arm jolted her awake. She tried to scream, but her mouth was covered, stifling any sound. "Don't take it personally," one of the women said, her voice a cruel sneer as she slapped Rong Jin across the face. "We're just getting paid to do a job. She said we can do whatever we want, as long as we leave you breathing!" Song Shi wanted her dead. A searing hatred burned in Rong Jin’s eyes, and she fought back with everything she had. She drove her knee into one woman's stomach, doubling her over in pain. But before Rong Jin could scramble to her feet, a sharp pain exploded at the back of her head. The other woman had her by the hair, slapping her repeatedly before digging two fingers into one of her bleeding wounds. "Nngh!" A strangled cry escaped her lips before the pain dragged her into unconsciousness. After the two women arrived, the guards' patrols ceased. An officer would just drop off the food trays and leave, his eyes deliberately avoiding the crumpled form of Rong Jin on the floor. In a matter of days, they had tortured her into a barely recognizable state. The bandages on her body were long since soaked through with blood, now dried and fused to her skin. They had taken a toothbrush and jammed it down her throat. Now, even her own saliva tasted of blood, and she had lost the ability to speak. That day, after another round of torment from the two women, Rong Jin's vision swam. Lying on the floor, she faintly heard the click-clack of high heels on the concrete. "My, my. Someone's been rough, haven't they? Look at our dear Miss Rong, her face all swollen." The woman crouched, her hand reaching through the bars to stroke Rong Jin's cheek before pinching it, hard. "Nngh…" Rong Jin’s body curled into a tight ball, trembling uncontrollably. Seeing Rong Jin on the verge of death, Ning Yun felt a surge of pure elation. "You wanted to know why I’m doing this to you? It's because…" She pressed her face close to the bars, her voice a venomous whisper. "I just hate you. I hate that you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth, hate your perfect, happy family! And now look at you. You have nothing. The man you love is mine. We have a child. We're a happy family… Aagh!" Before Ning Yun could react, Rong Jin had lunged forward and clamped her teeth down on the woman's finger. She bit down with all her remaining strength. The two inmates scrambled to pull Rong Jin off, slapping at her, as Ning Yun finally wrenched her hand free, blood gushing from the wound. "You psycho!" Ning Yun fumbled in her purse for a tissue to staunch the bleeding. Once the bleeding subsided, she approached the bars again. "Today is A'Shi's birthday," she said, her voice laced with malice. "I figured the celebration wouldn't be complete without you, so I brought you a present." She pulled a photograph from her purse and held it up for Rong Jin to see. The picture was of Old Mrs. Rong, her hand clutched to her chest, her eyes wide, but her pupils were unfocused, vacant. Lifeless. Rong Jin stared at the photograph, thrashing wildly, her gaze filled with a silent, piercing scream. "That's right. Your grandmother is dead." Ning Yun was practically gloating, even pushing the photo through the bars for a closer look. "She had a heart attack and died of shock when she heard you were facing the death penalty for attempted murder. See how thoughtful I am? I had someone take a picture of her final moments, just for you." "You're lying…" Blood trickled from the corner of Rong Jin's mouth as she forced the words out. She remembered leaving the hospital. Her grandmother had been recovering well. It couldn't be! Ning Yun laughed coldly. "I never joke about things like this." It can't be! It can't be! Suddenly, the phone number A'Sheng had given her flashed through her mind. A flicker of hope ignited in the darkness. With a surge of adrenaline, she tore herself free from the two women's grasp. She lunged, grabbing one of them, her five fingers clamping around the woman's throat. She knew the throat was the most vulnerable part of the human body.