Her eyes burned with sothing feral now.
"I can destroy you!" she shouted again, her voice echoing through the corridor beyond the room. "I will destroy you!"
The hatred in her expression was so raw that for a mont Hua Jing simply looked at her, studying the twisted fury on her sister’s face.
There had been a ti when that hatred had confused her endlessly.
Even now, sitting here after everything that had happened, it was still difficult to understand.
What had she done to deserve such venom?
For years she had asked herself that question. She had turned it over in her mind again and again, searching every mory, every childhood mont, every interaction she could recall.
But the answer had never co.
Her existence had always been complicated from the very beginning.
She had been the daughter of a mistress.
Her mother had once been a maid in the Hua household, a quiet woman who worked diligently within the grand mansion that belonged to the powerful Hua family. Hua Mingrong, the patriarch, had taken advantage of that vulnerability in ways that had forever altered the course of both their lives.
Later, he would tell Hua Jing that she was a child of love.
But Hua Jing had grown old enough to understand that the story did not match the truth.
Every ti she heard the fragnts of the past whispered among servants or relatives, the sa picture erged—one filled not with affection but with imbalance, pressure, and quiet tragedy. Her mother had paid dearly for the choices Hua Mingrong made.
And Hua Jing herself had paid for them too.
Her very existence had beco proof that sothing illicit had happened within the Hua household. Because of that, many people avoided her. Others treated her as an inconvenience.
When they were children, Hua Ling had been the most rciless of all.
She had mocked her openly, calling her nas that stung long after the words were spoken. Worse still, she had encouraged the daughters of other powerful families to join in the cruelty. What began as childish teasing soon beca systematic humiliation—whispers in hallways, deliberate exclusion, laughter that followed Hua Jing wherever she went.
For a long ti, Hua Jing endured it silently.
Whenever she tried to speak up, she was told the sa thing.
"Endure it."
"Don’t cause trouble."
"Accept your place."
But how was a child supposed to accept such things?
She had not asked to be born into that situation. She had not understood the complicated entanglents between adults, the secrets and betrayals that had shaped her existence before she even took her first breath.
And then there had been the night her mother died.
That mory still lingered like a shadow at the edge of her mind.
All those experiences had accumulated quietly over the years, forming wounds that never fully healed. Yet despite everything, Hua Jing had never truly understood the depth of Hua Ling’s hatred.
Even now, looking at her through the glass, she could not comprehend it.
So she asked the question that had haunted her for so long.
"Why?" Hua Jing said softly.
Her voice carried no accusation—only genuine curiosity, tinged with a sadness that had matured over ti.
"Why did you do all those things to ?"
She paused, her gaze steady.
"I just want to know. I feel like... I didn’t deserve everything you did to ."
Her fingers rested lightly on the edge of the table as she continued.
"When we were children... I didn’t understand anything. I was just a child. I didn’t know about the conflicts between our parents. I didn’t know about any of it."
Her voice softened further.
"Why?"
For the first ti since entering the room, Hua Ling went quiet.
The question seed to catch her off guard.
She stared at Hua Jing for several seconds, her breathing uneven, as though the words had montarily disrupted the rhythm of her rage.
Then her lips curled slowly into a bitter smile.
"Why?" she repeated.
Her eyes hardened again.
"Because you shouldn’t exist, Hua Jing."
The words were delivered with chilling simplicity.
"Your existence is annoying," Hua Ling continued coldly. "Every ti I see you, I’m reminded of everything that went wrong. The more I look at you, the more I want you dead."
The blunt cruelty of the statent hung in the air.
Hua Jing felt sothing inside her settle quietly.
For years she had searched for so deeper explanation—jealousy, resentnt, misunderstanding, anything that might give aning to the hatred.
But in the end, the answer was painfully simple.
Her existence alone had been enough.
She exhaled slowly.
There was nothing left to discuss.
Rising from her chair, Hua Jing looked at Hua Ling one last ti.
"You want to destroy ?" she said calmly.
A faint smile touched her lips again.
"Let’s see if you can do that from a prison cell."
She turned slightly, adjusting the sleeve of her coat as she added almost casually, "Be a good girl. Maybe the won in prison will treat you kindly."
She paused deliberately before finishing the sentence.
"...if you’re lucky."
The implication was unmistakable.
For the first ti since the conversation began, Hua Ling’s face drained of color.
But the shock lasted only a second before hysteria consud her completely.
"You—!" she scread, launching herself forward.
Her hands slamd violently against the glass partition. The impact echoed loudly as she struck it again and again, her composure completely shattered.
"I’ll kill you!" she shrieked. "Do you hear ? I’ll kill you, Hua Jing!"
Her fists pounded against the glass with frantic desperation, her voice rising to a near scream as guards rushed into the room.
"Get her out of here," one officer ordered sharply.
Two guards grabbed her arms, but she continued struggling violently, kicking and shouting as they dragged her toward the exit.
"I’ll kill you!" she scread again, her voice echoing through the hallway. "You hear ? I’ll kill you!"
Even after the door slamd shut behind her, her hysterical shouting could still be heard faintly down the corridor.
Hua Jing stood alone in the room for a mont, listening to the distant echoes of rage slowly fade away.
Then she exhaled deeply.
It was the kind of breath that ca only after carrying sothing heavy for far too long.
Relief spread quietly through her chest.
Her lips moved slightly as she murmured under her breath.
"One done..."
Her gaze shifted toward the hallway where Hua Ling had disappeared.
"...one more to go."
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