Zoe's body shook violently, but she clenched her teeth and remained silent.

She didn't want to say another word. It was meaningless to say more.

Just like now, Barrett had tied her hands and feet, forcing her to stay here, forcing her to listen to his hypocritical and ridiculous sympathy and concern.

It had been ten years. If this man had ever cared about her even a little bit, she wouldn't have been pushed to this point today.

She was about to die, her grandmother wouldn't live much longer either. Barrett was right—her death wasn't worth it.

When her body was buried in the soil, there wouldn't be anyone coming...