Landon had beaten up Zoe quite badly. Two of her ribs were broken, so her treatment at the detention center was marginally better than Betty's. At least, Zoe was placed in a single cell, spared from the torments of other inmates.

Zoe coughed up blood every day. She didn't even have the energy to cause a racket. Every day, she lay stiffly in bed and cried. "Help me. I'm going to die... I drank the blood of someone with HIV. I'm going to be infected. Save me, please!"

Strangely enough, Betty's ruse had an effect. Zoe was plagued by constant fear, her days filled with bouts of vomiting triggered by the vile words she had heard.

It was a shame that no one bothered about her.

Despite her suffering, Zoe endured until the news of her impending medical parole revitalized her. In a sudden surge of energy, she sat up, laughing and crying hysterically in front of the prison guard and her attorney, Horace Finch, appearing unhinged.

"I knew it! I knew that Grandpa and Mom wouldn't abandon me! I just knew it!" Zoe exclaimed, her laughter bordering on madness. "Landon tried to end my life... but only in his dreams!"

and unrepentant. Even the prison

attack him like a rabid animal, necessitating

a car for me? Why do I have to ride with the police?" Zoe's tone was disdainful as she glared and wrinkled her

was left speechless. "Ms. Zoe, you are being placed on medical parole. You're not being acquitted. Right now, you are still a criminal suspect.

"You can't

clenched his teeth in

from the detention center, her wrists restrained

dark clouds dominating the sky, casting a somber mood. Despite the dismal atmosphere, Zoe looked up at the

was able to walk out of the detention center, she was convinced that she would escape legal consequences unscathed, and it was all because she was Cornelius' and Penelope's

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