The door opened, and a musty smell came from inside. Ralph quickly covered his nose, and his eyes were greeted with an unbelievable scene.
There was only a single light bulb in the dungeon. The interior was small, with only a bed in the corner. On the bed was a person, and because of the bad lighting, he could not see the person's face. However, he could easily guess who it was.
"Is that your sister?" Ralph asked softly as he turned to look at Hannah.
Although his voice was soft, the drowsy Heather still heard it and frowned. "Who's there?!"
Hannah smiled at Ralph before taking two steps inside. "My dear sister, it's me, of course. Are you still hoping someone else will find you at this point?"
"You think you've won now, don't you?" Heather spat with a sneer.
"I don't 'think' I won because I already did. Don't you think so? Do you think you'd have another chance to stand, Heather? Don't be stupid! How long you’ll live will depend on my mood."
"Why don't you kill me right now? You wouldn't dare, would you?” Heather mocked her coldly. Even in her current state, she was still arrogant and showed no signs of backing down.
"How could I kill you now? I haven't tortured you enough yet! I want you to enjoy the life I've been living for all these years. I want you to know how it feels to go through each day like this!" Hannah hissed.
Heather coughed before saying, "It's you who didn't live up to expectations. Natural selection is cruel, but it's never wrong. I saved your life, and this is how you repay me?!"
"You saved my life?!" Rage pulsed through Hannah as she rushed over and grabbed Heather's hair, pulling her head up. "How dare you say such a thing?! We're both our parents' daughters. Why should I die? They brought me into this world, and I have the right to live! None of you have the right to choose that for me! I can survive on my own!"
Heather felt a sharp pain in her scalp. She had never suffered such humiliation in her life. When she opened her eyes, her vision was met with a ferocious-looking woman. Hannah had never dared to raise her head in front of Heather before, and now she was humiliating Heather this way.
With Heather's head forced up, her eyes widened when she caught a glimpse of the person standing at the basement door.
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