Chapter 120

In the dimly lit cell room, Layla's fragile form lay motionless on the cold, hard floor, her body curled up in a futile attempt to find comfort in the unforgiving space. Her eyes were sunken, her skin pale, and her dark hair matted against her scalp. The only sound was her soft, labored breathing, a stark contrast to the turmoil that had ravaged her life.

Suddenly, the heavy footsteps of the guards echoed through the room, their keys jangling ominously as they approached. Nora, her face twisted in a scowl, strode in behind them, her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. She gazed down at Layla with contempt, her lip curling in disgust.

"You dare to sleep after everything you've done?" Nora spat, her voice venomous. 

"You're a curse, a plague on our society, and you dare to rest?"

With a swift motion, Nora reached for the nearby water pitcher and flung its contents at Layla, drenching her in an icy deluge. Layla's eyes snapped open, her body jolting upright as s