?Chapter 335:


    “Alright, enough of this,” I said, raising my hands to calm the growing squabble. “Let’s just focus on eating.”


    I nced at Amon, lowering my voice. “Amon, I need to see Jessica. I want to understand why she helped Frank walk free.”


    Amon exchanged a nce with Bryan, seeking his silent approval. With a slight nod from Bryan, Amon turned back to me. “I’ll arrange a meeting for you this afternoon,” he agreed. “But don’t expect her to confess easily. Jessica won’t break without a fight.”


    After breakfast, everyone slowly filtered out of the house. Amon led me through the familiar halls, the same path I had once walked before; Kristina was imprisoned in the same ce. As the old memories stirred, I broke the heavy silence.


    “What was the penalty for Kristina?” I asked, my voice low. “I haven’t heard any updates about her.”


    Amon didn’t turn to look at me, but his response came patiently. “The Harrison family’s influence was strong enough to save her from the death sentence. But she wasn’t sparedpletely. She’s been given a life sentence.”


    A life sentence? For someone like Kristina, death might have been kinder than the cage she now found herself in.


    As we approached the all-too-familiar prison, a wave of despair seemed to cling to the air, thick and oppressive. We arrived at Jessica’s cell, and the sight before me left me breathless.


    Jessica sat huddled in a grimy corner, her hair tangled and her clothes torn and smeared with dust. She looked more like a defeated stray than the woman I once knew. At the sound of our footsteps, her head snapped up, eyes zing with pure hatred.


    “Ah! Makenna Dunn!” she spat out, her voice dripping with venom. In a split second, she lunged at the iron bars, her fingers gripping them tightly, and her words came like arrows, cold and biting.


    “Makenna! You worthless wretch! I’ll kill you! I swear I’ll kill you…”


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    Amon’s face tightened in disgust, and just as he was about to intervene, I stopped him with a raised hand. “Amon, let me speak to her alone,” I said calmly.


    He hesitated for a moment, clearly torn, but eventually nodded and cautioned me before stepping out of the room.


    As I faced Jessica’s wild rage, I moved closer without flinching. My hand shot out swiftly, the sharp crack of my p echoing through the cell. Itnded hard across her face, cutting through her madness like a knife.


    Makenna’s POV:


    The sound of the p resonated through the cell like a p of thunder. After a brief moment of stunned silence, Jessica’s scream shattered the air, and sheshed out wildly with her filthy hands in a desperate attempt to retaliate.


    I sneered and, without hesitation, seized Jessica’s long hair.


    Bang!


    I yanked her head back with force, mming her forehead into the unforgiving iron bars with a deafening crash.


    “Ah! Makenna! I’ll tear you apart piece by piece!” Jessica’s voice cracked with agony and rage.


    I continued to strike with relentless intensity, my blows unyielding until blood trickled from her forehead, streaming down her cheek.


    When I finally released her, she copsed to the floor, her face a ghastly mask of blood, terror, and seething hatred. Disbelief flickered in her eyes.


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