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    Meanwhile, at the police station, Haley sat slumped in the holding room, her voice raw from days of screaming.


    “Mom, how much longer? I can’t stay in here! I’m losing my mind!”


    Her face was streaked with tears, eyes puffy and red.


    The days had taken their toll. The bed was hard as concrete, the food inedible, and the humiliation unbearable. She was used to luxury—not this.


    Beatrice watched from behind the ss, her heart aching.


    The daughter she’d once cradled, protected, and raised to be a picture-perfect heiress now sat broken—disheveled, exhausted, barely recognizable. How could Beatrice not ache for her?


    “Mom, can I leave today? Please,” Haley pleaded, her voice cracking. “I can’t take another minute in here. You have to get me out.” Her tears fell freely now, panic ring behind her bloodshot eyes.


    Beatrice’s voice trembled with helplessness. “Just hang in there a little longer, sweetheart. I will get you out—I promise.”


    But the moment the words left her mouth, something in Haley snapped.


    “Why? Why do I still have to wait?” she cried out. “Haven’t I suffered enough? How can you just stand there and watch me fall apart? I’m your daughter—your only daughter! Don’t you care?! Can’t you do anything?” Her voice echoed through the room, wild and desperate. Her elegantposure had long since crumbled—now all that was left was raw desperation.


    Beatrice was speechless.


    She had exhausted every option, pulled every string—but something, someone, was keeping Haley in that cell. A power stronger than her influence. And she couldn’t break through. Still, she held on. “Just give me a little more time,” she whispered, more to herself than anyone else. “I swear, I’ll find a way.”


    Haley’s re cut through the ss like a de, all trace of daughterly respect gone. Her anger had curdled into open contempt.


    “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” she snapped. “You don’t want to help me!” Her voice cracked with rage. “Our family has power—this isn’t even a serious charge! I didn’t kill anyone! So why am I still in here? You’ve wanted me out of the picture ever since I refused to break up with Marc. This is your revenge, isn’t it? You’re punishing me!”


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    Her shrill usations echoed through the police station, hitting Beatrice like a p.


    Beatrice took a step back, stunned. “How can you say that?” she whispered. “You’re my daughter. Why would I ever want you to suffer?”


    Her voice trembled, her eyes filled with disbelief. She couldn’t understand where all this venom wasing from—how the daughter she had sacrificed so much for could believe she was the enemy.


    Haley wasn’t done. “Drop the act already!” she shouted. “You don’t care! You never have. If you’re not going to help me, then leave. Go back to Achury and enjoy your perfect life. Just leave me here to rot—you don’t deserve to be my mother. I hate you!”


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