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 vengeful, so focused on hating Grace at every turn, even years later, it

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

this is. Isn’t she the perpetrator who killed Jennifer? This sure is karma. I can’t believe

remained silent. She lowered her head and continued

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

a deep 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 front of her, a physical barrier to encourage these two women to keep their

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

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

jail and could only be a sanitation worker

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

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

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

top of Grace’s messy head to the bottom cuffs of her neon orange sanitation

the woman’s originally dark and

They were smooth and fair, and the nails were meticulously manicured.

not holding a high-quality fountain pen but a rough and dirty broom.

your hands have not been

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