Chapter 678:
Additionally, Kelley, who harbored a strong dislike for Lindsay, eagerly spread the word about the upcoming trial.
By early morning, the usually dormant legal livestream channel saw its viewership skyrocket. Outside the courthouse, crowds gathered, each person armed with rotten eggs.
As Lindsay stepped off the transport, she was immediately hit with the foul odor of decay.
Harlee had covertly instructed the security team to pretend to control the mob without actually intervening. The officers escorting Lindsay slowed their pace intentionally, ensuring her exposure was prolonged. Thankfully, the protective gear Harlee provided shielded the officers from the eggs.
Isolated in prison, Lindsay remained unaware of the outside world, leaving her shocked and confused by the sudden egg assault.
Her shrieks filled the air as she lost her composure, yelling, âYou heartless scum! Do you even recognize who I am? How dare you throw this filth at me! And you, guardsâare you just going to stand there? Stop them! If you canât manage that, then shoot! Donât know how to use a gun? Should I teach you? Idiots! All of you are worthless! Die! All of you, just die! Ugh⦠What is that awful smellâ¦
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Amid her hysteria, Lindsay appeared more deranged than ever. In a frenzied attempt, she tried to snatch a gun from one of the officers but failed.
In her fury, Lindsay clawed at the faces nearby.
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âI am the daughter of the Morgan family! Release me!â
After a month of solitary confinement without visitors, it was clear Lindsay had lost her sanity.
Just as she was exposed to daylight once more, she was relentlessly pelted with rotten eggs, which pushed her over the edge.
Her reputation was completely destroyed, and she was labeled a âMadwoman.â
This was exactly what Harlee had planned.
Had Lindsay entered the courtroom without incident, where would the excitement have been?
Harleeâs intention was to break Lindsay completely, destroying her spirit bit by bit.
What should have been a brief walk of 200 yards turned into a ten-minute spectacle of degradation for Lindsay.
As she entered the building, Lindsay caught sight of Harlee, the mastermind behind her public humiliation.
Her anger flared.
âYouâre behind this, arenât you? Harlee, you bitch, you orchestrated this humiliation, didnât you? You ordered them to pelt me with that foul refuse!â
Harlee remained calm, her voice steady.
âLindsay, the cameras started rolling the moment you left the van.
Everyone sees you now as nothing more than a criminal.
A madwoman, to be precise.â
âHarlee, you bitch, I swear Iâll end you!â Lindsay screamed, but before she could make a move toward Harlee, the officers quickly restrained her.
It wasnât the assault with the eggs but Harleeâs cutting words that shattered Lindsayâs composure.
She regretted yielding to Haleâs coercion.
The thought of imprisonment and being branded a criminal was unbearable.
She fixated on the idea of ending Harleeâs lifeâ¦
Lindsayâs erratic behavior led the officers to place her in a âcool-downâ room to help her regain some composure.
Back in the courtroom, a diverse crowd awaited the start of the trial.
Journalists, media personnel, relatives of victims, and bystanders all stood in quiet anticipation.
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