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    “Could someone as troublesome as Lindsay really be nearly beaten to death? I thought someone was secretly protecting her.


    How did a life-sentenced inmate manage to get that close to her? Is this her new way of getting attention?”


    Harlee had been cautious, sending Kareem to nt a spy inside the prison. She already knew Lindsay had some form of protection. Still, Harlee assumed it was Wilton and Belen pulling the strings behind the scenes to ensure their daughter was well cared for. She couldn’t help but feel sorry for them, so she chose not to interfere too much.


    Hamilton nced at Harlee, who remained calm andposed, and asked, “Miss Sanderson, aren’t you worried about Lindsay’s situation changing?” He doubted Lindsay could have been beaten so severely without intervention. No matter who was protecting her, the prison guards would have stepped in long before it reached that point.


    What Hamilton didn’t know was that since Lindsay’s arrival at South Sky Prison, she had treated the guards with utter disdain, venting her anger on them at will. No one liked her. So, when she was attacked, no one came to her aid.


    Everyone turned a blind eye.


    At the sound of Hamilton’s question, Patrick perked up, clearly eager not to miss any scious details.


    His posture, as he tiptoed closer, was almostical.


    Harlee’s gaze flickered as she picked up the remote and casually switched the TV channel.


    Her voice, steady yetced with indifference, broke the tension.


    “She has been sent to the military hospital. Not a single inch of her body escaped injury.”


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    The news of Lindsay’s beating had reached Harlee almost immediately, along with a prison surveince video conveniently delivered by one of her sources. The footage made it abundantly clear that this wasn’t a staged act.


    But Harlee had overlooked one crucial detail: Lindsay’s ties to Hale before her imprisonment.


    Hale was a ruthless man who wouldn’t hesitate to strike down anyone, even himself. To him, a mere woman like Lindsay was expendable. So long as Lindsay didn’t die, he could stir up endless trouble.


    Harlee hadn’t intentionally ignored this, but recent intel from Ritchie had suggested that Hale was confined at Matteo’s eastern manor, where he had been keeping a low profile with no notable activity.


    Hamilton nodded, unsurprised.


    He knew Harlee had eyes inside the prison. With that kind of surveince, there was no way Lindsay could have staged an act just to escape.


    However, Patrick let out a sighced with regret.


    He had been hoping to use Lindsay’s next reckless move as a way to eliminate her for good. What a shame…


    “Miss Sanderson, the reports say Lindsay was beaten nearly to death.


    Do you think there is any chance she will survive?”


    Just then, Harlee’s phone buzzed, and she nced down at the message.


    Her brow furrowed as she read, her expression unreadable.


    After a moment, she looked up at Patrick, her voice quiet yet firm.


    “The hospital just confirmed it. She is in a vegetative state, and the chances of her recovery are slim.”


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