?Chapter 551: Her fists clenched tightly at her sides, shaking with barely contained rage.


    I cant take it anymore, Harlee.


    Let me go deal with that woman.


    Ill make her pay! Harlees face darkened, her eyes narrowing into a fierce, predatory gaze.


    Her knuckles cracked, but she held herself back, voice steady and ice-cold.


    No.


    Ill send her to prison.


    Tonyas face contorted in fury.


    No! Sending her to prison wont be enough.


    It would be far more satisfying to watch her suffer slowly, to torment her piece by piece! Harlees lips curled into a cold smile.


    Trust me.


    Sending her to prison will hurt her more than anything else.


    People like Lindsay, obsessed with reputation and honor, valued their image far above their own lives.


    Harlee wanted Lindsay to face the full weight of scorn and mockery behind those prison walls, to have every inmate take a turn at stripping her dignity away, one brutal punch at a time.


    Only by breaking Lindsays spirit and body, slowly and methodically, would Harlee finally taste the sweet satisfaction of revenge.


    Harlee, Tonya, and Ritchie had been talking outside the ICU for some time when Harlee cleverly used the pretext of needing to gather evidence to dismiss Ritchie.


    Now, only Harlee and Tonya remained in the quiet hallway.


    Tension hung heavy in the air as Harlee sped Tonyas hands.


    Find inspiring stories on g?lnσν????????s?????оm Her hands trembled minutely, betraying her fear through the slight shake.


    The fear in her eyes was palpable and impossible to ignore.


    Earlier, Clint had regained consciousness briefly and had sternly ordered that all medical andw enforcement personnel keep the extent of his injuries under wraps.


    His primary concern was to prevent his family from worrying.


    This directive from Clint was the root of Harlees anxiety.


    She was terrified that she might fail to bring him back home safely.


    Harlee only let her guard down around Tonya.


    Externally, she maintained a facade ofposure after hearing of Clints incident, but internally, she was riddled with anxiety and doubt.


    She had entertained the idea of transferring Clint to the secret hospital numerous times, but Tonya had consistently dissuaded her.


    Tonya, too, was deeply concerned for Clints well-being, but her fears for Harlees safety took precedence.


    She was wary of theplications that might arise from the two senior officials.


    With a reassuring squeeze, Tonyaforted Harlee, her voice steady and filled with conviction.


    Trust me, Clint will pull through! Pulling on her protective gear, Tonya stepped into the intensive care unit with determination.


    After ensuring Clints vital signs were stable with a quick check-up, Tonya fished out a pill from her pocket, trying to administer it to him.


    Despite her efforts, she failed several times.


    As Tonya cast a meaningful nce through the ss, Harlee caught on quickly.


    Harlee donned her protective suit in haste and entered the room.


    She leaned closer, her voice steady but anxious.


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