Chapter 694:
âHarlee, I remember now. There was an unusual energy outside the container,â he explained, his voice firm.
âIt left me completely drained.â
Robbie remembered smearing dirt on himself as he crawled through the narrow passageway, trying to stay unnoticed.
Harleeâs expression darkened, her eyes narrowing as she murmured, âAn unusual energyâ¦
Could Haleâs reach have extended this far already?â
Lindsayâs guilt was undeniable.
Her crimes were well-documented, leaving no room for leniency. In fact, with proof of murder, she now faced the possibility of execution.
As officers escorted Lindsay back to her cell, she erupted into frenzied screams, her mental state unraveling. She alternated between demanding to see her parents and calling for Hale.
Her instability was evident.
When Wilton and Belen arrived at the prison entrance to collect Lindsay, they were met with a woman who was no longer the daughter they had known. Wiltonâs disbelief was palpable. The realization that their once-polite child had committed such heinous actsâtormenting Tiffany and even taking a lifeâshattered him.
âLindsay, you were once a kind, well-educated young woman. You wouldnât hurt anything in the past.
But nowâ¦
How could you do all those evil things to an innocent girl? How did you become so cruel?â
Lindsayâs consciousness slowly returned, and her gaze flickered toward her parents.
Widening her eyes, she opened her mouth as if to explain, but words failed her. Seeing the anguish and disappointment in their eyes, a flicker of remorse surfaced within her.
But it didnât last.
A wicked grin spread across her face, and she laughed.
âTiffany deserved it! Hurting others is exhilarating. Watching them suffer is fascinating!â
Suddenly, a sharp sound broke through her laughter. Wilton had slapped Lindsay hard, his voice cutting through the tension.
âEvery life has worth. Who gave you the right to decide someoneâs fate?â
Lindsayâs bloodshot eyes stared back at Wilton. She couldnât justify herself. Seeing blood and torturing others made her feel a bloodthirsty thrill.
Her voice, cold and empty, repeated, âShe deserved it⦠She deserved to die by my hands.â
Hearing this, Wilton turned away, defeated.
He was completely disappointed in her. On the way from the courtroom to the prison, he had dreamed of his daughterâs redemption, imagining that sheâd regret her decisions and beg for his forgiveness. Now, he felt only despair.
âForget her, Wilton. Our daughter is no more. This person before us is a stranger,â Belen whispered behind him, her voice choked with sobs.
Hearing this, Lindsayâs body stiffened.
âNo! You canât abandon me. Iâm your only daughter! Your onlyâ¦â
âYou used our family name to trample others!â Belen was shaking with anger, her eyes cold and distant.
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