Several hours later.
In a well-equipped, high-end mental institution.
"Sister, this hospital was acquired by your second uncle at your request, wasnt it? Isnt it interesting to stay in a mental hospital that you bought yourself?" Rebecca Wilson preened before her like a triumphant rooster, flaunting her splendid "feathers" and uttering bloody "praise" words.
Daisy Buchanan knew she couldnt escape, nor could she afford to.
But if she were really treated as a mental patient, what would happen to her grandmother, uncle, and cousin?
After the doctors administered a sedative to her, they removed the straps that bound her limbs. As the effects of the drug took over, Daisy mustered her last bit of strength and cried out, "Im not crazy..."
But all that awaited her was the endless cycle of dreams.
In each dream, she could see a newborn baby, still covered in blood, struggling to climb out of the trash can, calling out to her as "mom."
Asking why she could be so heartless as to throw him into the trash can.
"Child, my child—!"
Awakened by the dream, Daisy opened her eyes, her pillow already cold and damp.
"Sister, are you awake?"
"Gatsby said that as long as you cooperate with us and give birth to a healthy child, he agrees to let you leave the mental institution."
Daisy turned her head away in disgust, clearly not wanting to engage with her.
But Rebecca seemed to deliberately disgust her, approaching slowly with a pill in hand: "Come on, take the medicine, your illness will get better faster."
"Why are you doing this to me?" Daisy endured the physical and mental pain and roared at Rebecca.
Faced with her anger, Rebecca was even more delighted, her silver bell-like laughter filling the room.
"How dare you ask me why?"
"Then let me ask you, why didnt you just stay at your grandmothers house forever? Why did you come back?"
Hearing Rebeccas question about the Gatsby familys engagement, Daisy suddenly came to her senses and wanted to say something, but before she could speak, she saw Rebecca raise the vase by the bedside with a sinister smile.
"So, I want to destroy you and take back everything that should have been mine."
Daisy thought the vase was about to hit her, and as soon as she grabbed Rebeccas hand, she saw her actually aim the vase at herself!
At this moment, Jay Gatsby came in from outside, and he saw at a glance that Daisy was fiercely smashing the vase on Rebeccas forehead with the vase!
"Ah... No!" Rebeccas scream echoed through the room.
Daisy also fell to the ground due to inertia, and as she saw Jay Gatsby approaching, she instantly understood her intention.
It was another trick to frame her!
"Gatsby, it hurts~"
Jay Gatsby held her in his arms, coldly looking at Daisy.
"If I say it wasnt me, you wouldnt believe it, right?" Daisy lay on the ground, her eyes filled with self-mockery.
Jay Gatsby no longer looked at her and directly shouted to the people outside: "Someone, throw this bitch into the old house and let her reflect there alone!"
The pain that no one cared about was more painful than the body.
Daisy smiled and passed out.