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!

hadn’t even been close to Jennifer. They were related, but

hating Grace at every turn, even years later, it made

But that wasn’t the case. She deeply regretted the

wondering who this is. Isn’t she the

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

“If it were me who had killed someone’s sister, I’m afraid I would cry bitterly as I knelt down and begged

already paid the price.” She held the broom in front of her, a physical barrier

surveillance cameras all around the building— it was a government building-bul government officials could be bought, as she’d learned in the

years over an unwarranted accusation and my lawyer license was

hardships in jail and could only be a sanitation

poor you,” Annabelle mocked. “You have a shit job. Big

three years in prison and you think that’s the price?” Lily asked coldly. “It should’ve been a 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 now say that I have nothing to my name, and therefore I have nothing to lose.”

her, making a sweep from the top of Grace’s messy head to

years’ time, the woman’s originally dark and long hair had withered

could still recall the first time she had met Grace and had been surprised by her hands. They were smooth and fair, and the

were currently not holding a high-quality fountain pen but a

hands have not been completely crippled!”

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