My hands trembled uncontrollably as I hesitated for a moment, then finally answered the call.
"Time's up." My best friend's voice came through the phone, cold and unyielding.
"No, Qin Yao, please don't…" My voice quivered with terror as I pleaded, "She's always seen you as her godmother, to her, you're like another mother!"
"And then?" Her tone was flat, indifferent, as she responded without a hint of emotion.
I froze, my words caught in my throat, unsure of how to reply.
"I gave you time," she continued, her voice carrying an unsettling finality.
Then, the sound of metal clashing on the other end made my heart lurch, followed by the agonized, heart-wrenching sobs of my daughter.
In that instant, I understood—she was using a sharp metal instrument, driving it into my daughter's skull!
"Stop! Stop—" I completely lost control, frantically slamming my body against the coffin, my voice hoarse from screaming.
"Three seconds left!" My best friend shouted on the other end.
"3"
"2"
"1"
...
"I'll tell you! I'll give you the password!" I broke down, crying uncontrollably, my voice torn with despair.
At that moment, I truly had no other choice but to surrender.