Yiren's pov
I run at him, slamming the glass with my fists. "Papa!"
"Try anything and your papa dies a painful death. I know how much you love him."
Before I can process his words, water begins flooding the chambers.
"No. No! STOP IT! PLEASE, STOP IT!" The water is filling fast. Papa thrashes, gasping, chest heaving. His water phobia kicks in, sending him into a full-blown panic. I slam the glass again and again, powerless. Helpless.
"Will you sign?"
"Y–Yes!"
I grab the file from the floor with shaking hands, wipe the blood from the pen on my clothes, and scrawl my name beside Ning's. "Here! I don't care about the money—just let us go!"
Yifan slides the remote back into his pocket. I hold my breath as the water halts—only in Papa's chamber.
But Valentina's continues to fill.
She screams. Pounds her fists. Begging. Choking. Scrambling for air.
Behind me, Arthur howls in agony. In front of me, Valentina is dying.
"Her death is on you, Yiren—SHUT UP, you dumbass—"
