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The large living room was silent, the only sound was the hum of the air conditioner.

The people in the room stood in a circle, as if waiting for some result.

A young woman knelt on her knees, her face showing pure distress and anxiety, tears streaming down her face.

"Is this your final decision for me? Is this the outcome I deserve from you?"

In frustration, an older woman said, "What outcome were you expecting from a foundling cat? She will never refrain from being a cat. I've been warning you about this for years, but you refused to listen. Now she's shown you that she is a snake."

The young woman wiped the sweat that was trickling down her face, with no regret for the events transpiring in her heart. Out loud, she said, "It's not a bad outcome. It's based on the values you instilled in me. I'm standing for the truth. I have no intention of harming anyone in this house. Everyone is doing their job. I deserve justice, not being blamed unjustly. Let me do my work."

The older woman shouted, "What truth are you talking about..."

The old man raised his hand and said, "That's enough. Get up and leave. I don't even want to see you. Go and do what you think is right for you."

In a weak and distressed voice, she said, "Abba, you said you don't want to see me?"

"Yes, if you want to avoid my anger and wrath, you must give your brother all the support he needs to do his job properly."

In extreme distress, she said, "But Abba, what will become of me...? You should hear my side, Abba."

Without waiting to hear what she had to say, he walked out of the room. In great distress, she grabbed his leg, crying.

"Oh, my father, what is left for me in this world if you are angry with me? Please forgive me, I will do what you said, God willing." Tears continued to wash her face, pure regret and worry overwhelmed her, she kept crying and sobbing as if she would faint, but he pulled his leg free and walked away.

As he left the room, it was as if the people in the room would devour her alive. They all came at her, chattering, each saying something.

She stood up, wiped her tears, indifferently, and also took another route to leave the room, with a stance of defiance.

In her room, she opened a drawer, pulled out some papers, and spread them on the bed. She turned on her system that was charging by the bedside, and simultaneously picked up her phone, pressing its buttons.

Hearing someone behind her, she quickly turned around.

He stood at the door, his face devoid of joy or cheerfulness.

She refocused her attention, intending to continue pressing her phone, but he walked up to her, stood, and looked at her before saying, "Have you decided to do what you've been instructed to do or not?"

In haste, she interrupted him, saying, "I didn't say I was ready, and I never will be, not now, not ever. Leave me alone."

In utter disbelief, he stared at her, "So, all that crying you did was just fake?"

Angrily, she said, "What business is it of yours, whether my crying was real or fake? Do your job, and I'll do mine. Don't ever try to interfere with my work again, or else anything can happen. I swear I won't give up what I've decided to do. If you keep pressuring me, I'll surprise you."

He grabbed her, lifting her from the bed, and said, "What will happen? What kind of surprise are you going to give me? What will happen, tell me. Are you sane? You know the law but you break it as you wish? What do you think you're boasting about?"