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!

been close to Jennifer. They

focused on hating Grace at every turn, even years

if Grace had been unrepentant. But that wasn’t the case. She deeply regretted the accident.

accompanying Lily, also noticed Grace and immediately sneered. “I was wondering who this is. Isn’t she the perpetrator who killed Jennifer? This sure is karma. I can’t

paled and she remained silent. She lowered her head and continued to sweep up the

is thick-skinned,” Annabelle said. “If it were me who had killed someone’s sister, I’m afraid I would cry bitterly as I knelt down and begged for forgiveness. I

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

the building— it was a government building-bul government officials could be bought, as she’d learned in the course of her trial

was incarcerated for three years over an unwarranted accusation and

hardships in jail and could only be a sanitation

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

three years in prison and you think

I’ve worked for was taken from me. Did you come here to gloat? I can now say that I have nothing

stared at her, making a sweep from the top of Grace’s messy head to the bottom cuffs of her neon orange sanitation worker uniform.

woman’s originally dark

They were smooth and fair, and the nails were meticulously manicured. They had seemed even prettier when holding

were currently not holding a high-quality fountain pen but

like your hands have not been completely

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