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

focused on hating Grace at

that wasn’t the case. She deeply regretted the accident.

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 working as

continued to sweep up the rubbish that had fallen around the dumpster.

I knelt down and begged for forgiveness. I can’t believe that some people would see it as not a big

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

a government building-bul government officials could be bought, as she’d

unwarranted accusation and my lawyer

sorts of hardships in jail and could only

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

think you’ve paid the price? It was only three years in prison and you think that’s the price?” Lily asked coldly.

taken from me. Did you come here to gloat? I

stared at her, making a sweep from the top of Grace’s messy head to the bottom cuffs

years’ time, the woman’s originally dark and

Grace and had been surprised by her hands. They were smooth and fair, and the nails were

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

your hands have not been

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