Chapter 371: The Abyss

Yvonne’s consciousness was fading, but only one thought filled her mind: she couldn’t let her child die. Her fingers trembled as she tightly gripped the blood-stained glass shard. She had to survive; she and her baby couldn’t die. But the pain gradually overwhelmed her, and darkness mercilessly swept over her. Yvonne’s vision blurred as the last of her strength faded. Pain relentlessly gnawed at her consciousness. Blood seeped from the wounds on her arms and body, dripping onto the cold floor. Her body was nearly crushed by the pain, her hands gripping the glass shards so tightly that her fingertips turned white. Her breaths were rapid and heavy, each inhale and exhale feeling like a tearing pain. Mary stood over her, looking down with a twisted smile on her lips. She slowly approached, like a hawk circling its prey, ready to deliver a fatal strike at any moment. “Yvonne, let me tell you something—you and your father are so alike, so alike...” Mary’s voice was