Lillian's face twisted with rage. If she was going to die no matter what, she never should've bowed to this bitch in the first place. She clenched her teeth and spat out venom through the pain. "Natalie, you think your mother was some saint? She was nothing but a homewrecker, a filthy whore! She deserved—" Before she could finish, Natalie grabbed her by the hair, yanked her head up, and slapped her across the face—hard. Then another slap. And another. "You think you get to talk about my mother? You don't deserve to say her name!" She kept smacking her, left and right, palm cracking against skin, each hit ringing out as Natalie tried to figure out what punishment could possibly be enough for this woman. A quick death wouldn't cut it. Not for her. Lillian's body was already wrecked, covered in injuries, barely functioning. After Natalie's latest beating, she couldn't even sit up anymore. She flopped onto her back, gasping. Her face was swollen beyond recognition, but she still forced out, "Fine, I did come between your mom and Jacob, but she stole him from me first ... " She knew deep down Scarlett hadn't even known she existed. She knew that all the damage came from Jacob, that lying, two-faced bastard. But jealousy didn't care about facts, and Lillian still blamed everything on Scarlett. Her eyes burned with twisted hatred. "She ruined everything. Scarlett showed up and took him from me. Took everything from me ... " "Everything?" Natalie sneered. "Don't flatter yourself. What the hell did you even have that was worth stealing? ‘Everything' wasn't Jacob, was it? God, that's pathetic." Lillian opened her mouth to fight back, lips trembling, but Natalie cut her off again—relentless. "Spare me the doomed lover act. You didn't love Jacob. Your greedy little mind only cared about money. If he hadn't dumped you for my mom, kissed the ground she walked on, you two never would've lived the cushy life you did." Then she spat in Lillian's direction. "You bled him dry, lived off him, and still had the nerve to trash-talk him after. Disgusting." Natalie's words ripped Lillian down to nothing. Every insult made Scarlett's memory shine brighter in contrast—dignified, untouchable. Lillian's face darkened. But a few seconds later, she suddenly let out a crooked, bitter laugh. "So what? Scarlett died first. I died after. I dumped the same man who ditched her. Looks like I still came out on top. Daddy's little princess? She still ended up under my heel, didn't she? Ha ... hahaha ... " Natalie let out a cold snort and slammed her boot down on Lillian's chest. "Who's under whose foot now, ma'am?" she sneered. "You really think stepping on someone means you won—just because you got your hands on Jacob, that human trash heap? Wow. If picking up garbage is your proudest achievement, no wonder you never made it far." Lillian's expression froze for a moment, but she wasn't done. "So what? I killed her! I killed your mother!" she growled. Natalie's eyes locked onto hers, unblinking. "Yeah? Well, her daughter just killed your daughter." Lillian sucked in a sharp breath. Natalie twisted her foot against her chest, grinding it in. "And soon enough, I'm going to kill you too," she said coldly. Since Lillian loved to compete so much, Natalie figured she'd let her know exactly how the scoreboard looked. "By the way, ma'am, if we're counting bodies ... looks like me and my mom are still ahead," she added with a mocking smile. Lillian let out a hoarse, furious scream. "Shut up! Shut your mouth!" Natalie lifted her chin, her voice smooth and cruel. "My mother's been gone for years, and people still bring flowers for her, still remember her name. You? You'll be just another rotting corpse. No one's going to mourn you. No one's going to miss you. You'll die like a sewer rat—filthy, forgotten, and alone. My mom was the sky. You? You're shit in the dirt. You were never in her league." Lillian trembled all over, lips shaking, but she had nothing left to say. She couldn't argue. Couldn't deny it. Then suddenly she snapped—completely. "You little bitch! You worthless, disgusting bitch!" Natalie watched her unravel, then slowly curled her lips into a smile. She turned to Cassian and said calmly, "Take Lucky and wait outside. Don't want you getting blood on your boots." Cassian asked calmly, "Need me to stay?" Natalie shook her head. "No." He nodded, then gave Lucky's chubby little head a pat. "Come on, buddy. What's about to happen isn't for kids." Lucky let out a disgruntled little grunt. Who's a kid? But still, she obediently followed Cassian to the stairwell to wait. Now, only Natalie and Lillian remained in the hallway. Natalie didn't rush. She calmly reached into her storage space and pulled out a chainsaw. Lillian's eyes went wide with panic. "Where the hell did that come from? How did you—how did that just appear?" Natalie smiled. "Let's just say I've got access to some special tools." She didn't bother explaining further. Instead, she flashed a sharp grin. "Sorry, but you picked up garbage. The real treasures? They were always in my hands." Lillian nearly lost it. Special tools? What the hell was this girl talking about? How did she pull a damn chainsaw out of nowhere? Did that mean she could also conjure food? Supplies?Lillian's jealousy burned so hot it turned her vision red. "What kind of tool? Where did you get it?" she snarled.