I hurriedly ran over, spotting a small figure curled up in the corner. I crouched down and softly called out to her. "Beatrice, don't be afraid. I'm Chloe Hartz. It's Chlo. I've come to rescue you, Beatrice."

I saw the trembling figure in the corner pause, and I knew she had understood me.

"Beatrice... It’s Chloe! I know I'm late, but look at me! It's me, I'm Chlo!"

I heard Hazelyn's arrogant laughter behind me. "Hahaha, she's just a lunatic! You can't save her. She’s lost her mind."

Lauren couldn't bear it. She walked up to Hazelyn and slapped her again. "I told you to shut up! You're the crazy one!"

I slowly reached out to Beatrice. "Beatrice, don't be afraid. Come on, look at me! I'm Chlo!"

The frail figure continued to tremble but slowly raised her head.

Only then did I see that she was still wearing a patient gown that was stained with blood all over. Some parts were torn, revealing her body. She clutched herself.

The chains on her feet were still locked, and her exposed c