If you do not cherish it, no one can help you," Rena asserted, knowing full well that Elvira could not bear the thought of dying.

How could such an immensely self-centered individual be willing to embrace death?

Elvira, at her core, remained a spoiled brat longing to reclaim the discarded sweetness of a candy, while Rena merely found herself ensnared in Elvira's emotional entanglement with Waylen.

Elvira smiled faintly and delicately incised her wrist.

While cutting her wrist, Elvira desperately reached out to Lyndon, her voice trembling, “Dad, Rena is causing me harm... Please come and rescue me. I'm losing a significant amount of blood..