"Tell me why Seth hasn''te," Bianca repeated. She knew she was losing herposure, but she was beyond caring.


    Every second in this ce was an agony, and she was on the verge of a breakdown.


    She just wanted to get out. Not one more second!


    "Do you know why William suddenly confessed to his affair with you?" Henry continued to evade her question.


    Bianca''s eyes, red with fury, red at him. "Why?"


    She had been involved with William for five years; she knew exactly what kind of man he was.


    Otherwise, she wouldn''t have been so reckless in ying those twisted games with him.


    "I beat him up," Henry said, leaning back slightly, his face a mixture of a smile and a grimace, exuding a fierce, intimidating aura.


    "After I confirmed you giarized your senior''s thesis, I immediately thought of all those papers you''d published. I flew to the university to confront William. That man is surprisingly devoted to you; he refused to say a word. So I beat the hell out of him until he was on the floor, begging for mercy. Only then did he spill everything about your affair."


    Henry paused, sneering, "That old man really had a soft spot for you. Even in that state, he wouldn''t provide any hard evidence. So I had to start with the people around him. That''s how I got the evidence from his wife."


    "You really aren''t picky, are you? To think you could stomach a man that old."


    He had seen the videos beforehand.


    Even now, the memory of them made him nauseous.


    To think he had been in love with such a vile woman for four years.


    The feeling was like having eaten rat droppings; it filled him with physical disgust.


    Bianca''s eyes burned, and she trembled from the inside out.


    "Faking your degree, giarizing theses, sleeping with a man old enough to be your grandfather for fame, and manipting every man who could benefit you..."


    "Is there anything sordid you wouldn''t do?"


    Henry''s sharp gaze pierced through her, as if he could see everything.


    At that moment, Bianca''s eyes darted away, unable to meet his stare.


    Just as she was about to crumble.


    Henry''s lips curled into a sneer, and he delivered his final verdict with chilling


    certainty. "You are not even worthy of carrying Noreen''s shoes!"


    ...


    Bianca endured another three days, a walking ghost, before a guard informed her of another visitor.


    A flicker of light returned to her dull eyes.


    But this time, too, she was disappointed.


    It still wasn''t Seth.


    It was Forrest Lowell.


    Seeing Forrest, Bianca''sposure finally broke. She choked out, "Dad, you have to find a way to get me out of here. Or at least get me the bestwyer I can''t stay in here anymore. You have no idea how horrible it is! So many people sleeping in one room, they smell, they''re so loud, and I can''t say anything to them without getting bullied. They won''t let me sleep at night; they make me stand in a corner and they pull down my pants... I''m going crazy! Dad, please, get me out of here..."


    By the end, she was sobbing uncontrobly, aplete mess.


    Forrest, however, just watched her cry with a calm expression, offering no response.


    Bianca cried until she was gasping


    for air It took her a long moment to realize Forrest''s reaction was off She Sniffled and asked, "Dadcare you listening to me?"


    Forrest''s expression was grave. "I''m not your father."