I did not have any involvement in the incident of Anne falling into the water, because no matter how much I disliked her, I would never kill a woman. Yet Oliver was sure I schemed shamelessly to kill his beloved first love. But I really did not do it.
Oliver said that I cherished my life too much and that once I got out, I would definitely cry and kneel to beg them for forgiveness.
I think part of his statement was right; I did value my life. When he locked me in the water dungeon, afraid I might find a way to escape, Oliver deliberately used thick iron chains to bind my hands and feet, forcing me to keep my arms raised day and night so the blood in my body couldn’t circulate normally.
Considering my seven-month pregnancy, I pleaded, "Please, at least the baby is innocent. If this goes on too long, something will definitely happen to the child!"
He replied, “Did you think about the child when you harmed Anne?”
"I didn't do anything!"
But he did not believe me.
In panic, I had no choice but to admit to the crime I did not commit and beg him to let me out. But Oliver coldly said, “You’re too noisy. Lock the cell door and don’t let her annoy Anne again.”