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

refused to believe

Harlee worried about legal

predicament, Etta rushed to the door, yanking and

and yelled nonstop, “Let me out! Let me out! Harlee, I know I was wrong. Please,

profound silence

terms with being truly confined. She went pale and slumped to the floor, still

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into the iron wall in her 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 wrong. I really do. I’ll tell her

nothing but insults

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

“Even if you don’t tell

by the guard’s statement. She had indeed hoped to use her knowledge as leverage. If only Harlee would spare her, she

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