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…”

and

refused to believe

the audacity to amputate her finger? Wasn’t Harlee worried about legal consequences? Wait. Where was this place? Why was she

to the door, yanking and pulling with all her strength, but it

I know

profound silence

confined. She went pale and slumped to

everything about

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pleading with the individuals outside, “Please, I need to see Harlee. I admit

with nothing but

seriously believe that a simple apology could rectify the chaos she had

don’t tell us everything, we have ways to

spare her, she was ready to disclose everything about Hale, even details unknown to Lindsay. Tightening her fists, Etta attempted to negotiate

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