Chapter 689:
âI swear, Iâll never let anyone harm you again. I couldnât bear it.â
Everyone watching, both in the courtroom and through their screens, forgot the bittersweet scene unfolding before them. Instead, they shared in the collective ache for Tiffanyâs pain and resilience.
Lindsayâs eyes darted to the sea of scornful stares fixed on her.
For the first time, a flicker of fear cracked her confident facade.
âNo⦠No, itâs not true!â Lindsay cried.
She tried to claim that she had always been the shining star of Baythorn Universityâs School of Art, the prized daughter of the Morgan family. She wasnât some criminalâ¦
But as soon as Lindsay attempted to approach Tiffany, the bailiffs blocked her path, holding her firmly in place. This time, Haleâs group quietly backed away, unwilling to be dragged further into the chaos.
Cornered, Lindsayâs mind raced. She shot a venomous glance at Harlee. This was all Harleeâs doing. Without Harleeâs interference, Tiffany wouldnât have dared to speak up and reveal what had happened back then.
Though Lindsay had expected the situation might escalate, she never imagined Tiffany would have the courage to expose everything to the public. If their roles had been reversed, Lindsay thought bitterly, she wouldnât have dared to relive the horrors, even with her life on the line. The memories Tiffany had just shared would haunt anyoneâa nightmare of shattered bones, crushed joints, and strangling hands.
Lindsayâs carefully crafted plans unraveled before her eyes. Tiffanyâs statement had destroyed her reputation. The public outcry made it impossible for money or influence to sway public opinion.
Even if she avoided prison, her name would be irreparably tarnished.
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Seething with rage, Lindsay wanted to lash out, to scream, to silence everyone around her.
But before she could act, Tiffany spoke again, her voice trembling but steady enough to strike terror.
âAfter breaking my limbs and crushing my knees, Miss Morgan pressed her hands around my neck. She said sheâd killed before, a quick slice across the throat, but found it boringâ¦â
Tiffany paused for a moment, her face twisted with anguish as if recalling every agonizing detail. The deeper she thought, the more violently her body trembled.
Finally, she slowly continued, âMiss Morgan said she would subject me to a slow and excruciating death. She said sheâd strip my skin from my bones, one piece at a time, and crush me until nothing remained.â
When the crowd heard âsheâd killed before,â they gasped and looked blankly at Lindsay. Upon hearing âcrush me until nothing remained,â everyone erupted. Shouts of fury echoed as the spectators glared at Lindsay, their rage palpable. The curses came one after another.
If not for the strict courtroom decorum, the crowdâs fury might have turned physical, with Lindsay at the center of their wrath.
Suddenly, a cold dread gripped Lindsay. She couldnât let the truth about the killing come to light. If her crime was uncovered, even her status as a member of the Morgan family wouldnât shield her from a lifetime behind bars. The thought of growing old in a prison cell, her future gone, sent a chill down Lindsayâs spine.
But Tiffanyâs wordsâ¦
They werenât just accusations. They were a signal that someone might dig deeper.
And if they uncovered the full extent of her actions, it wouldnât just be imprisonment sheâd face.
Execution was a very real possibility.
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