"I suspect this is a trap set by the system..."
"He deserved it..."
"Fortunately, we're all in jail, so we don't have to spend money and we don't have to worry about food or drink..."
"Hahaha……"
As he spoke, he leaned down and whispered in Shengshi's ear.
“Dear Father, I haven’t forgotten…”
"I haven't forgotten that I once had a biological younger sister, tiny, soft, and very cute..."
"She called me 'brother' the day before she disappeared..."
"You said she was stolen by the nanny, and I believed you at the time..."
"It wasn't until later, when Sheng'ai was born, that I overheard your conversation with Hang Wei and learned that she was also going to be sacrificed to the Illuminati. Only then did I realize that my sister must have been sacrificed to the Illuminati by you..."
"I can't imagine what she might have gone through..."
"So, dear father, this is our retribution..."
"We all deserve to die, hahaha..."
"You you you you..."
"Pfft—"
Shengshi, covered in tubes, excitedly uttered "you you you" a few times before suddenly spitting out a mouthful of blood and fainting.
He's still alive...
only……
He had paid a high amount for lifelong medical insurance years ago and received proper treatment, but due to the great shock, he suffered a stroke, became paralyzed, lay in bed unable to move, had difficulty speaking, and was constantly drooling...
In addition, part of his injured intestines was removed, making it impossible for him to defecate normally.
This resulted in him needing an ostomy bag installed in his abdomen...
Day after day, he lay in his hospital bed, unable to do anything or go anywhere, only able to endure the disgust and contempt of the medical staff and the rough treatment from the caregivers, suffering without dignity...
He even considered dying sooner rather than later.
But he couldn't even remove the tubes from his body...
It was only then that he understood.
Death isn't actually that scary...
What's truly terrifying is living a life worse than death, yet being unable to even choose to die...
All he could do each day was stare blankly out the window, constantly recalling his fleeting, dreamlike life, and praying that death would come quickly and take him away...
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