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!

even been close to

hating Grace at every

if Grace had been unrepentant. But that wasn’t the

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 believe she’s now here

silent. She lowered her head and continued to sweep up the rubbish

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

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

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

years over an unwarranted accusation and my

jail and could only be a sanitation worker after

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

think that’s the price?” Lily asked coldly. “It should’ve been a life for a

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

sweep from the top of Grace’s messy head to the bottom cuffs of her

woman’s originally dark and long hair

were smooth and

this pair of hands were currently not holding a high-quality fountain pen but

seems like your hands have not been completely

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