The Department of Justice, where Axel worked, had officially received Christopher's case. Once the court accepted the case, they were expected to deliver the verdict within two months. Without any unexpected developments, the death penalty seemed inevitable.

On a gloomy day with a steady drizzle, a woman in a white lab coat and high heels walked calmly to the entrance of the detention center.

She held a black umbrella to shield herself from the rain.

"Dr. Amaryllis, we really appreciate you coming here despite the rain." The warden greeted her with a smile.

Lifting her umbrella, Clarice revealed her serene and elegant face and responded with a faint smile.

"Even prisoners deserve their rights. As a doctor, my duty is to heal patients, regardless of who they are."

The warden quickly agreed. "You're absolutely right."

With a slight curve of her eyes and a subtle tone, Clarice added, "Organizing a free clinic for the prisoners shows that you're a kind-hearted man, Warden."

After his meeting with Bella, Christopher surprisingly slept well for several days.

Someone broke his gold-rimmed glasses. So he discarded it.

After all, it was no longer necessary since he was no longer the esteemed Chairman Iverson. He was merely a condemned man awaiting his sentence. Christopher no longer needed those superficial disguises.

called one by one for a medical check-up

cell and through winding corridors until a guard brought him

iron door

lamp illuminated the entire room, casting a cold, solitary

narrowed his

been a

at the desk and turned to face Christopher.

and his heart sank heavily

let out a soft,

with that look?

all the

I've seen

I can see you.

dry, pale lips trembled as he rasped hoarsely. "Did the Boss send you here to rescue

a moment before bursting into a

maniacal sound echoed throughout the dark room, amplifying the atmosphere of

are you still

dream of walking

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