After My Sister-in-law Humiliated Me in Public and Made Me a Cripple

"…Why are you all here? Where's Lestie?"

My brother's puzzled voice came through.

Hearing that familiar voice, I couldn't help but cry.

If I could just try harder, if I could break out of this cabinet, I could be saved.

But I really had no strength left.

As I struggled to prop myself up, I listened to the conversation outside.

Nora's voice became extremely gentle; she feigned confusion and said, "Lestie? Is it my sister? Has she returned?"

"But I didn't see her here…"

My brother's voice grew even more confused. "You didn't see her? But I told her to wait here. Andie, go ask the bodyguards at the door where Lestie went."

I tried to move forward, tears streaming down my face uncontrollably.

Brother, brother, I was right here.

Save me, brother.

Nora's voice trembled a bit; she was afraid of being exposed.

"Was Lestie the girl in the little dress? I didn't see her face, but she did leave from here."

My brother thought for a moment. "Yes, I did give her an outfit like that... Strange, what's that smell? It's awful."

"Hahaha, I accidentally broke a bottle of perfume; I didn't expect it to linger so long even after airing out…"

Nora quickly explained. She continued, "Did Lestie maybe go to the bathroom? Or…"

Before she could finish, Jason picked up the gift I had originally prepared for Nora from the table.

"This should be the gift Lestie prepared for you. Wait."

His voice suddenly turned serious.

"Why is there blood on it?"

For a moment, Nora didn't say anything, and I used all my remaining strength to bang against the cabinet door.

It was a very light thud.

My heart sank.

Because the cabinet door was blocked by someone.

I heard my brother say in despair.

"Let's go to the surveillance room to see what happened here."

But brother, by the time you return.

I might be dead.

I gritted my teeth, waiting for the person outside the door to move.

Hearing the footsteps moving away, I knew if I didn't make a move now, I'd have no chance.

I wanted to survive.

I wanted to survive.

I took a deep breath and rushed out with a brave face.

"Bang!"

The cabinet door flew open.

I couldn't stop myself and fell heavily to the ground, my wounds tearing open again, causing blood to pour out from beneath me.

The pain was so intense I couldn't even curl up, my breaths faint and shallow.

I could only hear my brother's panicked shouts.

"…Lestie?"

"Lestie!!"