Chapter Eighty Seven

Scarlett's POV

The man holding my mother looked at his friend and smiled in a creepy way. He said, "These people are no good. They don't have what we need. Let's kill them."

Elara was shocked and couldn't believe what she heard. She whispered softly, "Scarlett, those words... they're terrible. How did you find the strength to keep going?"

I looked down, my hands shaking, and gathered the courage to look at Elara. I said, determined, "Something inside me broke at that moment. The men's cruel plans and the way they treated us like objects made me feel a strong desire to fight back. I couldn't let them destroy us. I had to resist."

Elara nodded, impressed. She said proudly, "And you fought back indeed."

I took a deep breath and vivid memories flooded my mind. "I turned to my uncle, desperate, and whispered urgently, 'We can't let them win. We have to find a way to escape.'"

Elara leaned closer, offering comfort in the midst of the chaos. She asked with anticipation, "What did your uncle