The Deaths Of Three
There were a few times when my body was in such horrible condition that I had to be hospitalized in order to save the babies.
When I was locked up in the attic, I did my best to beg Mark to let me out because if I was really locked up for three days, I knew that I was definitely going to die along with my babies.
But Mark said to the butler, “Go and throw the keys into a river. No one is allowed to open the door for Jane. Three days later, I’m going to make her apologize to Rachel!”
In order to survive, I removed the painting on the wall to reach the window behind it. I smashed it at the cost of my hands being reduced to a bloody mess, and I forced it open, even if it meant that my nails wer