Albert sneered.

“Why should I help you? Who are you to me?"

Aline was utterly shocked.

She looked at Krista, Addie, Ruth, Rena, Wendy, and Waylen, and everyone regarded her with disdainful eyes as if she were something poisonous.

Poisonous? Well, beautiful things could be just as poisonous.

When Aline saw her grotesque face in the mirror, she was in a trance.

At that moment, she seemed to have forgotten the pain in her body.

She gingerly touched her face and muttered, "It's over."

Rena threw the necklace to Aline.

"Aline, this is your last possession."

Aline picked up the necklace and put it on, dancing clumsily as she muttered, "You're right. I did it all. Harold never loved me. He deserved to die. He deserved to die when he got hit by that car. He slept with me, yet he still thought about you, Rena. He continued to yearn for you even after you got married. Didn't he deserve to die?

And why are you still alive, Rena? I bought off an electric worker.

I asked him to do something... Yet, here you are. Still breathing.

Rena, do you have nine lives or something? Harold placed that piece of junk on you, which saved your life. And Harrison, that fool, also admired you. Harold... I can't believe he wanted to help you even on the brink of death. How can I not hate you?"

The room fell silent.

Aline grinned strangely.

“But this time, I truly wanted to get along with you, Rena. Why don't you give me a chance?"

Rena placed a recording pen on the table, her expression unwavering.

She stated, “It's over, Aline. Not a single chance would be granted to you."

Aline stared at the recording pen but remained surprisingly composed.

At this moment, nothing seemed significant to her.

She had nothing to lose now. Her fortune was gone, and she was inferior to everyone. This was more painful than death.