The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

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.

cell block were called one by one for a medical check-up

walked out of his cell and through winding corridors

heavy iron door

illuminated the entire room,

his eyes

been a

him, Clarice slowly rose from her seat at the desk and turned to face Christopher. A faint, mocking

his heart sank heavily

let out

with that look?

all the trouble

I've seen all the

just so I can see you. Aren't

pale lips trembled as he rasped hoarsely. "Did the

paused for a moment before bursting into

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

you still

of walking