Britney's face twisted into a grimace as she crawled across the floor, her hands clawing at the ground. "No… I will not die. That little sister of mine will die. She snatched everything from me. She is unworthy of life. She was born with a heart problem and was doomed to die. That fate cannot be altered."
Britney's lips curled into a wicked smile. "I'll show you. I'll escape and find Abigail. I'll make sure she dies, slowly and painfully."
"Huh…" Anastasia sneered. "Oh, Britney. You're so deluded. Do you really think you can escape? And even if you did manage to escape, Abigail is safe. You'll never be able to get close to her. The guards will kill you if you try to go near her."
"Humph… Do you think I am picking a fight with the other patients just like that?" Britney's wickedness was visible on her face as she continued, "I did that only to come here. I've been seeking a means to get away from here. The day I escape, I will go to find her. Hahaha…"
