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!

to Jennifer. They were

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

wasn’t the case. She deeply regretted the accident.

immediately sneered. “I was wondering who this is. Isn’t she the perpetrator who killed Jennifer? This sure is karma. I can’t believe she’s

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 can’t believe that some people would see it as not a big deal,”

head. She looked at the two of them and said, “I’ve already paid the price.” She held the broom in front of her, a physical barrier to encourage these two

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

incarcerated for three years over an unwarranted accusation

jail and could only be a sanitation worker after

“You have a shit job. Big deal. You’re alive,

in prison and you think

“I’m already living the worst life possible. I have no family. No friendships. Everything I’ve worked for was taken from

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

the woman’s originally dark and

hands. They were smooth and fair,

hands were currently not holding a

like your hands have

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