Chapter 32

Grace had not been expecting to come across Lily again so quickly.

Lily looked the same as when Grace had met her for the first time all those years ago.

She was tall and thin in the way only actresses could be. Her skin had a perfect glow. Meticulously applied makeup, haute couture clothes, expensive designer handbag…

She looked every bit the actress and fiancee to one of the richest men in the city.

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If not for either of those things, she was still the only daughter of the Atkinson family and a socialite in her own right.

Even then, when Lily permitted others to rip out her nails, she was still dressed exquisitely. Her expensive and branded clothes stood out in the dark prison.

She looked so radiant and glamorous, then. And now.

It was also this city socialite, highly esteemed by everyone else, who’d made it her goal to see Grace tortured and abused. There was a moment when Grace understood Lily’s plight. Jennifer, Lily’s sister, had died. But it was an accident!

close to Jennifer. They were

on hating Grace at every turn, even years later, it made no sense.

that wasn’t the case. She

Isn’t she the perpetrator who killed Jennifer?

She lowered her head and continued to sweep up the

had killed someone’s sister, I’m afraid I would cry bitterly as I knelt down and begged for forgiveness. I can’t believe that some

breath and slowly raised her head. She looked at the two of them and said, “I’ve already paid the price.” She held the broom in

be bought, as she’d learned in the course of her trial and when she’d been tricked

was incarcerated for three years over an unwarranted accusation and my lawyer

in jail and could only be a sanitation worker after being

you,” Annabelle mocked. “You have a shit job. Big deal. You’re alive, aren’t you? While Jennifer is dead!”

in prison and you think that’s the price?” Lily

living the worst life possible. I have no family. No friendships. Everything I’ve worked for was taken from me. Did you come here to gloat? I can

top of Grace’s messy head to the

originally dark

still recall the first time she had met Grace and had been surprised by her hands. They were smooth and fair, and the nails were meticulously manicured. They had seemed even prettier when

pair of hands were currently not holding a high-quality fountain pen but a rough and dirty broom.

your hands have not

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