Chapter 1190

“It's me. I just came to check in." Whitney said calmly, not a flicker of hesitation in her voice.

She walked over to the gurney, determined to see Florence's body with her own eyes and figure out what really happened.

But before she could get close, Holly suddenly lunged at her, her face twisted with rage. "It's you! You little witch, you're the one behind all of this, aren't you? Officers, arrest her! She and Ludwik must have had someone kill Florence, and now you're here to gloat? Whitney, you'll rot in hell!"

Holly screamed and flung herself at Whitney, wild as a banshee.

“I'll kill you! I'll make you pay for what you did to Florence!"

Whitney's eyes went icy cold, her expression darkening. She raised her arm to block Holly.

But Holly was like a woman possessed, clawing and reaching for Whitney's throat.

"Ms. Valentine!"

"Whitney!"

but Holly fought back, kicking and flailing. Shane narrowed his eyes and called over two

as she watched Shane protecting Whitney. "If Whitney really is the one who had Florence killed, aren't you just helping her get away with

shot Sienna a razor-sharp

seemed to chill. He didn't even bother responding to Sienna, just gave a cold laugh as the guards

Holly screamed, turning to the police. "They're murderers! They killed my daughter, and now Whitney's here, acting all high and mighty, even trying to attack me right in front of

sat in his wheelchair, helpless but furious, glaring daggers at Whitney. If he could, he'd have torn

Hugh spat. "Wasn't it you and that Ludwik, pulling strings to

expect your grandparents to have any peace in their old age after

the Sheldon seniors' love for

spent crippled, Florence was his only child-and now she

price, she was in prison. Whitney just couldn't stand her being alive,

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