Chapter 8 The whip came down hard on her, cutting off whatever she was about to say. "Camila! You're not just being stubborn and bossy; you hurt your sister. Now you're even trying to pin this on her! Do you admit you messed up or what?" "I didn't do anything wrong! I won't admit it!" Camila bit her lip really hard. Another whip struck. Camila shook all over, cold sweat dripping from her forehead. But she wouldn't let out a single scream; she was extremely determined. "She's the fake one here! You're just too blind to see it! You can't even tell who your real daughter is!" "You!" Howard's face twisted in anger. One whip after another came crashing down on Camila. Blood poured out, quickly soaking through Camila's clothes. When the last whip hit, it actually broke apart. Camila fell to the ground, barely hanging on. And right in front of her stood Zachary. She struggled to look up at him. She thought he would do what he usually did-scoop her up into his arms and reassure her, saying, "It's okay, I'm here." But this time, Zachary's expression was serious. "Camila, you really are impossible," he said. His words hit her like a punch to the gut. Suddenly, she laughed through her tears. "Yeah, I'm impossible. So what's Mr. Maddren gonna do to 'set me straight' this time?" "I can't deal with you anymore," Zachary shut his eyes for a moment and then spoke coldly, "Take her to the police station. Hold her there for three days." The next three days were the worst nightmare of Camila's life, She was beaten and insulted. Salt was poured into her open wounds. Her screams echoed throughout the prison walls. 0.0 % 09:04 No one bothered to treat her injuries. They got worse and became inflamed, causing her unbearable pain. "Mr. Maddren said we need to discipline you properly!" someone jeered. Camila curled up on the ground, biting her lips until they bled. She couldn't believe Zachary would do this to her, but every act of torment felt like a sharp slap, burning against her face. After three long days, she was finally let go. Zachary stood in front of her with a cold voice. "Have you realized your mistake?" Camila remained silent. Zachary looked at her pale, fragile face and frowned, softening his voice. "Cami, sending you to the police station wasn't meant to punish you. It was just that..." "Mr. Maddren, the car is ready. We can't delay the meeting any longer," his assistant chimed in. Zachary paused for a moment, gave her a long look, and finally said, "Take her to the hospital. We'll sort everything else out when I get back." He turned away and rushed off. Camila watched him leave with cold eyes. After a bit, her phone buzzed. "You've received a transfer of 3.5 billion dollars." Right after that, Howard called. "You'd better stick to your word and get out of here for good." "Don't worry, I'm not coming back." Camila let out a cold laugh, hung up the phone, and quickly found her chance to slip away from the watchful eyes. She grabbed her packed bags and rushed to the airport. Before she left, she slipped a recording into a box-a big "gift" for Mollina. Then she pulled out her phone's SIM card and tossed it in the trash. She stood tall with confidence, striding forward without any hesitation. From now on, her future was wide open, ready to take her wherever she wanted. She was completely in charge of her own life! 48.4 % 09:04