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!

hadn’t even been close to Jennifer. They

Grace at every turn, even years later, it made no sense.

But that wasn’t the case.

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 working

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

as I knelt down and begged for forgiveness. I can’t believe that some people would see it as not

at the two of them and said, “I’ve already paid the price.” She held the broom in

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

over an unwarranted accusation and my lawyer license was

all sorts of hardships in jail and could

shit job. Big deal. You’re alive, aren’t you? While Jennifer

paid the price? It was only three years in prison and you think that’s the price?” Lily asked coldly. “It should’ve been a life for a life.”

taken from me. Did you come here to gloat? I can now say that I have nothing to my name,

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

originally dark and long hair

by her hands. They were smooth and fair, and

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

like your hands have not

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