?Chapter 689: I swear, Ill never let anyone harm you again.


    I couldnt bear it.


    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 Tiffanys pain and resilience.


    Lindsays eyes darted to the sea of scornful stares fixed on her.


    For the first time, a flicker of fear cracked her confident facade.


    No… No, its not true! Lindsay cried.


    She tried to im that she had always been the shining star of Baythorn Universitys School of Art, the prized daughter of the Morgan family.


    She wasnt some criminal… But as soon as Lindsay attempted to approach Tiffany, the bailiffs blocked her path, holding her firmly in ce.


    This time, Hales group quietly backed away, unwilling to be dragged further into the chaos.


    Cornered, Lindsays mind raced.


    She shot a venomous nce at Harlee.


    This was all Harlees doing.


    Without Harlees interference, Tiffany wouldnt have dared to speak up and reveal what had happened back then.


    Though Lindsay had expected the situation might escte, she never imagined Tiffany would have the courage to expose everything to the public.


    If their roles had been reversed, Lindsay thought bitterly, she wouldnt have dared to relive the horrors, even with her life on the line.


    The memories Tiffany had just shared would haunt anyonea nightmare of shattered bones, crushed joints, and strangling hands.


    Lindsays carefully crafted ns unraveled before her eyes.


    Tiffanys 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.


    Visit gal????????v????ls for updates Seething with rage, Lindsay wanted tosh 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.


    After breaking my limbs and crushing my knees, Miss Morgan pressed her hands around my neck.


    She said shed killed before, a quick slice across the throat, but found it boring… 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, Miss Morgan said she would subject me to a slow and excruciating death.


    She said shed strip my skin from my bones, one piece at a time, and crush me until nothing remained.


    When the crowd heard shed killed before, they gasped and looked nkly at Lindsay.


    Upon hearing crush me until nothing remained, everyone erupted.


    Shouts of fury echoed as the spectators red at Lindsay, their rage palpable.


    The curses came one after another.


    If not for the strict courtroom decorum, the crowds fury might have turned physical, with Lindsay at the center of their wrath.


    Suddenly, a cold dread gripped Lindsay.


    She couldnt let the truth about the killinge to light.


    If her crime was uncovered, even her status as a member of the Morgan family wouldnt shield her from a lifetime behind bars.


    The thought of growing old in a prison cell, her future gone, sent a chill down Lindsays spine.


    But Tiffanys words… They werent just usations.


    They were a signal that someone might dig deeper.


    And if they uncovered the full extent of her actions, it wouldnt just be imprisonment shed face.


    Execution was a very real possibility.


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