Chapter 4

"Sarah, I advise you to calm down."

David's voice was icy.

"If you keep making a scene, not only will you not save Lily, but you'll ruin the entire rescue team's reputation."

"Reputation?"

I laughed, tears streaming down my face from the effort.

"Your reputation, it needs my daughter's life to uphold it, does it?"

David's eyes turned vicious. He raised his hand and landed another brutal slap across my face.

A sharp "smack," and my cheek instantly swelled.

"Hit her! Hit her until she can't make any more trouble!"

The teammates exchanged glances.

Seeing me covered in blood, yet still glaring defiantly at David, some subconsciously recoiled.

"Captain, if we keep hitting her, Sarah might..."

"What are you waiting for?!" David snarled.

"She's a lunatic right now! I'm her husband, I'll take responsibility if anything happens."

At his words, the teammates had no more reservations.

Fists rained down on my back and legs,

The pain almost made me pass out.

I bit down hard on my tongue, my consciousness blurring,

All I saw was Lily lying in a pool of blood in my previous life.

I can't faint! I can't faint!

If I collapse, no one else can save my daughter.

I suddenly lifted my head and spat a mouthful of bloody foam onto the face of the nearest teammate.

"You bunch of accomplices! If Lily dies, I'll never forgive any of you, not even in death!"

The teammates were enraged and hit me harder.

Someone picked up a steel pipe from the corner and smashed it onto my knee.

A soft "snap," the sound of bone breaking.

The excruciating pain made my vision go black.

David walked forward and pinched my jaw.

I gathered all my strength and bit off his finger.

"Ah— you bitch!"

David clutched his finger and kicked me away.

"I'm telling you, everything you've done today, I will expose it to the public! I'll make sure everyone sees that your rescue team is nothing but a bunch of beasts!"

David sneered, turning to his teammates.

"Get that thing out."

A teammate rummaged through a toolkit and pulled out a glass bottle.

It contained a pale yellow liquid, emitting a pungent, sour odor.

My pupils contracted sharply. A chill shot straight from my feet to the top of my head.

"David! What are you trying to do?!"

"What am I trying to do?"

He sneered, stepping closer to me.

"You're so good at yelling, aren't you? I'd like to see how you'll spread rumors outside once your throat is ruined!"

The teammates swarmed me, pinning down my arms and legs, covering my mouth.

I struggled desperately, tears mixing with blood, streaming down my face.

But my strength was pitifully small against these strong men.