Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

The soft bed sank when Emily Quest lay on it. She casually kicked her shoes off and kicked her legs in the air gleefully. "It's much better at home. There's no way I could sleep on the worn-out bed in prison any longer."

May Conner lay next to her, turned onto her side, and tugged one hand under her chin while hugging Emily with the other. "Isn't your mother smart? I came up with the idea of getting you to fake depression so that you could be bailed out to receive treatment." sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Exactly. If it wasn't because of that, how could I be freed so easily? Mother, you're the best!" Emily exclaimed as she hugged May tightly.

"You were great too. I didn't think you could do exactly what I said. You did such a cruel thing to yourself to make it seem more realistic and to make your father feel even more sorry for you. Girl, you sure are something!" May complimented.

"How did you come up with the idea of having me fake depression with a caffeine overdose? The caffeine tablets you gave me made it seem as if I was really depressed. Even the screening devices couldn't identify whether I was faking it or because I really was depressed," Emily said with a look of admiration as she looked at May.

"This goes back to the time when I was much younger. Back then, I liked drinking coffee a lot. One day, I couldn't help but drink a few extra cups. After that, I started experiencing irritability, anger, depression, and cardiac arrhythmia. I got so scared that I quickly went to the hospital, and the doctor said those symptoms were caused by excessive caffeine intake. According to the doctor, caffeine poisoning could happen to people who consumed too much caffeine, resulting in temporary depression, mania, and the likes," May explained earnestly.

"I see..." Emily nodded slowly.

of delivering clothes. Of course, before I sent you

keep pretending to be sick... Keep pretending until the final day of your jail sentence... That way, you will never have to go back," May

know, don't worry," Emily said confidently. Faking depression was something she

Xyla Quest. Make sure you don't expose yourself. That girl is

Father has already written his will? The

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night of the Lantern Festival,

white turtleneck undershirt, coupled with a pair of light

top of that, she was also wearing a pair of black Chanel high heels and holding a

into a low ponytail with a light green, silk hairband