Killed Me for Your Precious Angel? Now Pray She Can Save You from Hell - Chapter 92: Chapter 92

After seeing the evidence, Ariana knew no explanation would work.
She tried using tears to gain sympathy, but the men had become immune to her crying.
No matter how many crocodile tears she shed, they couldn't hide her malice.
"Ariana, you enjoy getting these little injuries to win our sympathy, don't you? Now you'll experience them endlessly."
"Enjoy. We're just satisfying your fetish."
"You like living in mansions? You can spend the rest of your life in this one."
Ariana’s heart pounded. For the first time, she truly felt fear. She should never have crossed them.
"Please let me go! I swear, I’ll disappear. You’ll never see me again! I was wrong... "
Her face was a mess of tears and snot. At this point, she couldn't care less how she looked while crying.
Yes, she liked mansions, but she could imagine the hell her life would become in this one.
The three men left without caring whether her remorse was genuine or another manipulation.
It didn't matter. She would never leave this house again.
The three men flew back to New York.
They didn't dare approach Rebecca again—they'd hurt her deeply.
But as soon as they arrived home, they were hit with devastating news.
Their families stripped them of their inheritance and kicked them out. Then they were dumped in a psychiatric facility.
Their accommodations were even worse than Ariana's.
After completely losing Rebecca, their families had abandoned them and chosen new heirs to groom.
Unable to bear this total loss, they coughed blood and fell into comas.
In their unconscious state, all three seemed to experience the same dream—watching Rebecca's previous life from a third-person perspective.
Two months later, they awakened like hollow shells of themselves.
Their plans to seek family forgiveness evaporated. They aged a decade overnight.
Young men with completely white hair.
After a year in the facility, on a quiet afternoon, they wrote an apology letter to Rebecca. Then they hanged themselves with bedsheets in the bathroom.
By the time an attendant found them, rigor mortis had set in.
The apology letter never reached Rebecca—an illiterate janitor threw it away as trash.
When Rebecca heard the news of their death, they had already been buried.
Since their last meeting, she had never seen them again and erased them from her life completely.
Rebecca interrupted the conversation on the other end of the line with good news.
"Mommy, I'm pregnant."
On the other end, her mother's attention immediately shifted to her grandchild. She discussed with Rebecca's father about quickly wrapping up business matters so they could visit her in Los Angeles.
After setting a date and hanging up, Rebecca exhaled deeply.
"Hey, babe! Come try this new dish I made!" Chris’s voice echoed from the kitchen.
Rebecca’s smile widened. "Coming!"