?Chapter 694: Harlee, I remember now.


    There was an unusual energy outside the container, he exined, his voice firm.


    It left mepletely drained.


    Robbie remembered smearing dirt on himself as he crawled through the narrow passageway, trying to stay unnoticed.


    Harlees expression darkened, her eyes narrowing as she murmured, An unusual energy… Could Hales reach have extended this far already? Lindsays 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.


    Wiltons disbelief was palpable.


    The realization that their once-polite child hadmitted such heinous actstormenting Tiffany and even taking a lifeshattered him.


    Lindsay, you were once a kind, well-educated young woman.


    You wouldnt hurt anything in the past.


    But now… How could you do all those evil things to an innocent girl? How did you be so cruel? Your next story begins at galnovels .


    Lindsays consciousness slowly returned, and her gaze flickered toward her parents.


    Widening her eyes, she opened her mouth as if to exin, but words failed her.


    Seeing the anguish and disappointment in their eyes, a flicker of remorse surfaced within her.


    But it didntst.


    A wicked grin spread across her face, and sheughed.


    Tiffany deserved it! Hurting others is exhrating.


    Watching them suffer is fascinating! Suddenly, a sharp sound broke through herughter.


    Wilton had pped Lindsay hard, his voice cutting through the tension.


    Every life has worth.


    Who gave you the right to decide someones fate? Lindsays bloodshot eyes stared back at Wilton.


    She couldnt justify herself.


    Seeing blood and torturing others made her feel a bloodthirsty thrill.


    Her voice, cold and empty, repeated, She deserved it… She deserved to die by my hands.


    Hearing this, Wilton turned away, defeated.


    He waspletely disappointed in her.


    On the way from the courtroom to the prison, he had dreamed of his daughters redemption, imagining that shed regret her decisions and beg for his forgiveness.


    Now, he felt only despair.


    Forget her, Wilton.


    Our daughter is no more.


    This person before us is a stranger, Belen whispered behind him, her voice choked with sobs.


    Hearing this, Lindsays body stiffened.


    No! You cant abandon me.


    Im your only daughter! Your only… You used our family name to trample others! Belen was shaking with anger, her eyes cold and distant.


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