Kayla loathed Pete with every fiber of her being. She cursed the heavens for their unfairness until her voice gave out. Exhausted and powerless, she sobbed. But her tears had barely lasted two minutes when explosions echoed above, followed by the crashing of massive boulders. At that moment, Kayla knew it was over. She couldn't escape; she would die here.

Yet, just as she was about to succumb to despair, she heard Felicia's voice. At first, Kayla thought it was a hallucination, a product of her near-death state. After all, Felicia was the person she hated most—the thorn in her side, the obstacle she could never overcome. Even though the Fuller family had gone bankrupt and her glamorous title as heiress was meaningless, Kayla still viewed Felicia as a threat. She wished only to crush Felicia completely. But never in her wildest imagination did she expect Felicia to appear here, at the very brink of her despair.

Dragging her paralyzed, mangled legs, Kayla stretched out her hand, desperately trying to grasp Felicia's pant leg. Sobbing uncontrollably, she begged, "Felicia, save me! I don't want to die. Please save me… It was all my fault before. I was wrong. I'll never do it again. Please, for the sake of the bond we once shared as siblings, help me! I beg you!" Her face was a mess of tears and blood; she was a truly pitiful sight, unlike anything Kayla had ever shown before. She pleaded humbly, her words dripping with desperation, her gaze filled with hope, fear, and an overwhelming need to survive. She was willing to do anything.

Felicia had seen such a look before. Years ago, in a remote, isolated mountain village, a trafficked woman named Roberta had begged on her knees, her despair mirroring Kayla's. Back then, Felicia, pursued by ruthless killers, had struggled for her own survival. Weighing the risks, she'd initially walked away, but after only two steps, turned back to rescue Roberta.

Now, Kayla cried and pleaded in the same pitiful way. But Felicia didn't laugh, gloat, or lash out. Instead, she crouched down and pried Kayla's hands from her pant leg, one finger at a time. Not kicking Kayla while she was down was mercy enough; saving her was out of the question.

Kayla's face turned ashen. She shook her head frantically, her voice breaking as she screamed, "I've learned my lesson! I really have! Please have mercy! Save me, and I'll repent! Don't leave me here! I don't want to die…"

But Felicia acted as though she hadn't heard. Her heart remained unmoved, devoid of pity. From the beginning, she and Kayla had been adversaries, locked in a conflict that wouldn't end until one of them was gone. In fact, Felicia felt a faint…

Breaking free of Kayla's grasp, Felicia scanned her surroundings. Seeing no sign of the person she sought, she started climbing back up the crevice. But as she began to ascend, a pair of bony hands clamped onto her ankle!

Kayla's laughter echoed from below, tinged with despair and madness. Her hoarse voice carried the chilling tone of someone who had given up on everything. She was bent on mutual destruction. "Felicia, if you won't save me, then you won't be leaving either! Let's go to hell together, shall we?"

Kayla's grip was unnaturally strong, her nails digging into Felicia's skin, drawing blood. Felicia kicked her twice but couldn't shake her off. At that moment, the ground trembled violently again. Another explosion erupted; boulders rained down, creating massive craters. This time, the explosions were stronger and closer.