Chapter 32

Grace had not been expecting to come across Lily again so quickly.

Lily looked the same as when Grace had met her for the first time all those years ago.

She was tall and thin in the way only actresses could be. Her skin had a perfect glow. Meticulously applied makeup, haute couture clothes, expensive designer handbag…

She looked every bit the actress and fiancee to one of the richest men in the city.

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If not for either of those things, she was still the only daughter of the Atkinson family and a socialite in her own right.

Even then, when Lily permitted others to rip out her nails, she was still dressed exquisitely. Her expensive and branded clothes stood out in the dark prison.

She looked so radiant and glamorous, then. And now.

It was also this city socialite, highly esteemed by everyone else, who’d made it her goal to see Grace tortured and abused. There was a moment when Grace understood Lily’s plight. Jennifer, Lily’s sister, had died. But it was an accident!

to Jennifer.

Grace at every turn, even years later, it

that wasn’t the case. She deeply regretted the accident.

was accompanying Lily, also noticed Grace and immediately sneered. “I was wondering who this is. Isn’t she the perpetrator who killed Jennifer? This sure is karma. I can’t believe she’s now here

remained silent. She lowered her head and continued to sweep up the rubbish that had

I’m afraid I would cry bitterly as I knelt down and begged for forgiveness. I can’t believe that some people would see it as not a big deal,” Annabelle

and slowly raised her head. She looked at the two of them and said, “I’ve already paid the price.” She held the broom in front of her, a physical barrier

building-bul government officials could be bought, as she’d learned in the course of her trial and when she’d been tricked into delivering the

incarcerated for three years over an unwarranted accusation and my lawyer license

hardships in jail and could only

shit job. Big deal.

you think

No friendships. Everything I’ve worked for was taken from me. Did you come here to gloat? I can now say that I have nothing to my name, and

from the top of Grace’s messy head to the bottom cuffs of her neon orange

woman’s originally dark

the first time she had met Grace and had been surprised by her hands. They were smooth and fair,

this pair of hands were currently not holding a high-quality fountain pen but a rough and

seems like your hands have

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