While the nun was talking, something unexpected happened.
The oil magnified Lillian's physical pain and tormented her sense of shame; the stools and urinates she had been tolerating came out, and even pushed the wooden props out of her body, which were easy because they were full of oil.
Marie was about to faint from the stench, she tried to hide from the filth inside Lillian but she didn't have the strength, she couldn't stand up, her legs were numb. She was being tortured in an unexpected way.
Lillian burst into tears of sadness, she felt that all her previous efforts had been in vain, she had lost the dignity characteristic of an East Asian woman, she cried very loudly, still screaming Helen's name as if it was the only sound she could make.