Chapter 852:

Around four in the morning, a drugged Etta woke from her haze. She looked around, panic setting in.

Her head felt like it was going to burst as memories of Harlee’s torture resurfaced.

She grabbed her head, as though she were losing her mind.

As Etta lifted her hand, she noticed her pinky was gone.

In a panic, she ripped off the bandage, exposing the raw, gruesome cut beneath.

She lost all composure.

“Where’s my hand… Where’s my hand…”

had broken and severed the tendon, was now

to believe

Wasn’t Harlee worried about legal consequences? Wait. Where was this

predicament, Etta rushed to the door, yanking and

Harlee, I know I was wrong. Please, just let me out, okay? I’ll do anything. Just

profound silence

went pale and slumped to the floor, still hammering

everything about Etta’s breakdown

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rush. Ignoring the throbbing pain, she clung to the iron-barred window, pleading with the individuals outside, “Please, I need to see Harlee. I admit I was

but

simple apology could rectify the chaos she had caused? Yet, her willingness to confess everything was exactly

with clear disgust, “Even if you don’t tell us everything,

Harlee would spare her, she was ready to disclose everything about Hale, even details

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