Chapter 179: Your Time of Death Has Come

Chapter 179: Your Time of Death Has Come

It was Elise.

She shuffled forward and pushed open the door, still holding an iron rod in her hand. The moment she saw me, her eyes looked somewhat dazed.

"Elise."

I couldn't help but call out to her. As my voice fell, I saw a flash of light in her eyes.

Just as she was about to respond, Katherine ran right up to her.

She reached out to support Elise and started spouting nonsense at her.

"Elise, you're here. I brought the culprit who hurt Michael."

"In a moment, you can get your revenge. Elise, you don't know - so many people are beating Michael in prison."

"He calls out for his mom in his dreams. Elise, you must feel sorry for Michael."

...

Katherine told Elise many things about Michael. The more she said, the worse Elise's mental state became.

When I looked up again, I noticed the expression in Elise's eyes growing increasingly clouded.

She muttered, "Yes, I need to save my son. I need to kill those who hurt my son. I must kill them."

When I heard this, I instantly understood what Katherine meant - she wanted to use Elise's hands to take my life.

Elise at this moment clearly wasn't mentally stable.

She gripped the iron rod tightly, looking ready to strike at any moment.

Seeing Elise like this, Katherine's face showed a smile she couldn't hide. She turned her head and looked down at me lying on the ground with contempt.

She asked, "If Elise kills you, do you think she'll go to prison?"

Facing Katherine's question, I answered without hesitation, "No one can escape legal punishment."

"But what if Elise is mentally ill?" Katherine's words made me freeze.

Seeing my reaction, Katherine laughed again.

She said, "Otherwise, where do you think Michael's mental illness came from? He inherited it."

"So, Jane, the person who kidnapped you is Elise, who has mental illness. The person who beats you to death is also Elise with mental illness. Even if the police come and you're dead, that's how it will be."

"A mentally ill person - even if they lock her up, so what?"

"And think about it - Michael is Elise's only son. You hurt Michael, so even if Elise gives up her life, she's not losing out. Jane, your time has come."

Katherine's words increased my psychological pressure. I never imagined Katherine would want to use Elise's hands to take my life.

In this country where I live, the law is quite comprehensive, but there's one thing - mentally ill people don't bear any criminal responsibility when they have an episode.

Put simply, if Elise has proof of mental illness, even if I die at her hands, she won't have to take responsibility.

Just like Michael - even though he broke the law, keeping him in prison requires paying a price.

To avoid dying at Elise's hands, I continued rubbing my wrists against the chair. Finally, the rope binding my wrists showed signs of loosening.

Katherine seemed to notice my movement. She glanced over coldly and immediately started egging Elise on.

She said, "Elise, look, that woman lying on the ground is Jane. She's the one who got Michael sent to prison."

"And she doesn't want to save Michael. Elise, go get revenge on her, kill her. That way, Michael can get out of prison."

"Elise, be good, listen. For Michael, for your son."

Under Katherine's instigation, Elise's consciousness became increasingly chaotic. Her grip on the iron rod tightened.

She shuffled forward, step by step toward me.

As she walked, she muttered, "Yes, I need to save my son. I need to save Michael."

"Kill her. I'll kill her right now."

Seeing Elise walking toward me, I broke out in a cold sweat. My wrists kept moving. I calculated that as long as the rope on my wrists came loose, if Elise attacked me, I could use my arms to block and at least protect the vital parts of my body from injury.

I raised my eyes and looked at Elise.

I tried to persuade her, to make her come to her senses.

"Elise, my mom is your good friend. I'm Jane. Don't be deceived by bad people. You can't hurt me."

"Michael and I are classmates and good friends. I don't want him in prison either."

"If Michael knew you hurt me, he'd be very sad. Elise, you don't want Michael to be sad, do you?"

At this moment, Elise had lost all ability to think rationally. In her mind, there was only Michael's existence.

Katherine told her to beat me to death to save Michael, so she came to hit me.

But I used the idea that Michael would be sad to correct her thinking, and it actually worked. She lowered the iron rod in her hand and started muttering again.

"Yes, Michael is my son. I don't want to make him sad."

"How could I make him sad?"

Seeing Elise lower the iron rod, Katherine panicked.

She quickly rushed to Elise's side and started chattering away in front of her.

"Elise, you need to kill Jane. That's the only way to avenge Michael."

"Have you forgotten? She's the one who sent Michael to prison."

"Elise, you have to avenge Michael."

"Go on, take that stick in your hand and smash it on her head. Smash it hard."

Katherine gave Elise another round of encouragement. Elise, who had just regained a bit of rationality, became confused again.

She picked up the iron rod again and walked toward me step by step. In my pupils, all I could see was Elise's fierce face gripping the iron rod.

I knew I was done for.

Because I simply couldn't break through the rope binding my wrists.

Elise raised the iron rod in her hand and brought it down toward my head.

My heart immediately tensed up. With my consciousness still clear, I knew that if Elise's iron rod hit my head, my life would basically be over.

I didn't want to die!

Katherine on the side kept manipulating Elise's emotions with her instigating words.

"Yes, Elise, you're doing the right thing. As long as you beat this bitch to death, Michael can come back to you."

"He'll wash your feet, cook for you, and earn money for you to spend. Then the two of us will give you a cute little grandson."

"Elise, hurry up and hit her!"