?Chapter 60:


    Lise screamed in agony, her ear throbbing with a sharp buzzing. She was mmed to the floor, her face a portrait of shock and disbelief.


    The p had been sudden and deafening—Delmor didn’t hold back at all.


    With fire in her eyes, Lise stared up at him. “How dare you hit me?”


    Delmor’s face was a mask of fury. His voice cracked with anger as he roared, “I’m hitting you! You not only hurt my daughter, but you also meant to take her life right here and now!”


    Still unsatisfied, Delmor charged forward andnded a brutal kick to Lise’s chest.


    Lise copsed on the floor, her face twisted in pain as she let out a scream of pure torment.


    The kick struck her squarely in the chest. Shey there, too weak to move, overwhelmed by the pain.


    Katelyn’s eyes were icy, a chilling contrast to any warmth she might have once shown. This was probably the harshest treatment Lise had received since rejoining the Bailey family.


    “I’m furious just thinking about you almost killing my daughter, you wretch. I’ll make sure you pay for this!”


    As Delmor moved forward, Samuel quickly stepped in, cing a hand on his arm. “If you keep this up, you might end up killing her.”


    Delmor’s eyes burned with anger. “She nearly took my daughter’s life. She deserves to die for that, even if she doesn’t.”


    Katelyn and Vincent exchanged a quick, knowing look. They both understood Delmor’s fury. No father could stand having the person who almost harmed his daughter standing in front of him.


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    Katelyn’s gaze turned sharp with mockery as she faced Lise.


    “Lise, let’s see how long you can continue to y the innocent victim this time.”


    Katelyn set her trap with subtle cunning, and Vincent instantly caught the hint. Lise, not picking up on the clues, eagerly walked into the trap, giving Katelyn exactly what she wanted.


    When people are overwhelmed with guilt and worry, they tend to make hasty decisions.


    Vincent watched Katelyn silently, a new respect showing in his eyes.


    Katelyn wasn’t just smart and resourceful; she was also a master of psychological strategy.


    With just a few words, she expertly lured Lise into her trap.


    Women like her—smart, attractive, and skilled—were bing rarer.


    Sensing the intense gaze of those around her, Katelyn lifted her head and caught Vincent’s eye.


    Vincent’s usual detachment seemed to soften slightly, revealing a small, almost imperceptible smile.


    As their eyes met, Katelyn felt an odd sensation. She quickly looked away, flushed and trying to regain herposure.


    Lise, her face ashen, struggled to rise from the floor.


    She looked up with feigned innocence and said, “What are you talking about? I don’t understand. I was just worried and came to see Tricia. I didn’t expect you toe in and start using me, even attacking me.”


    With a hint of mockery, Katelyn said, “We have a recording of you removing the oxygen tube.”


    Still stubborn, Lise insisted, “I really don’t know what you mean. I was only concerned about Tricia and wanted to check on her!”


    Just then, Neil appeared at the door of the ward. Noticing the scene, he asked, “What’s happening?”


    When Lise saw Neil, her eyes brightened with hope, and tears quickly filled them.


    She choked up and said, “You’re finally here! They’re all turning against me, using me wrongly, and trying to make me out to be a murderer.”


    At that moment, Katelyn saw how skillfully Lise could twist the truth—everyone, except for Katelyn, who had long seen through Lise.


    Even caught red-handed, Lise managed to defend herself convincingly, still ying the victim.


    Neil steadied Lise by holding her arm, his face serious and concerned.


    “What exactly happened? Tell me everything.”


    “I was just worried and wanted to check on Tricia. Suddenly, they used me of being a murderer. I know they don’t like me and are trying to frame me, but Neil, you believe me, don’t you?” Lise’s voice trembled with desperation.


    Neil’s lips pressed into a thin line as he remained silent for a moment, his eyes narrowing in thought. He felt something was off, as if the entire situation was unfolding too conveniently.


    Delmar, seething with rage, snapped, “Why don’t you tell him that you tried to remove my daughter’s oxygen tube?”


    Despite the usation, Lise stubbornly replied, “I don’t even know what an oxygen tube is, I just wanted to check on Tricia!”


    Katelyn had seen Lise’s shameless behavior before. She knew that Lise wouldn’t stop until she waspletely beaten.


    With a cool, detached tone, Katelyn said, “I’ve got the evidence on record. No matter how much you deny it, the facts remain the same. Lise, it’s time for you to experience the bacsh of public scrutiny.”


    Lise’s eyes widened in fear as she noticed the camera Samuel was holding.


    She pressed a hand to her chest, staggering and wincing. “Neil, my chest is really hurting. Please find me a doctor,” she gasped.


    Lise struggled to move toward the door, her eyes shing with a hint of spite.


    Without warning, she made a desperate lunge for the camera.


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