Hearing his words, Sandra burst into a fit of wildughter.
The sound echoed through the prison, chillingly eerie.
“Quennel, you''re in love with your sister-inw. How disgusting. You wanted to sleep with her before she was married, and you maintained an inappropriate, ambiguous rtionship even after she was. Now that she''s getting a divorce, you can''t wait to pounce on her, can you?"
Her voice grew more agitated, her face twisting into a hideous mask as she continued to scream at him.
"As long as Lionel is her husband, she is your sister-inw! What you''re doing is incestuous! You''ll be scorned by the entire world! I''m telling you, you better not let me escape, because if I do, I will make sure everyone knows what a disgusting pervert the Rosenberg family has produced. I will ruin you and the entire Rosenberg name!"
Quennel said nothing, his face a grim mask as he stared at her, his eyes zing with fury.
He stood in silence for a moment before turning to leave, but Sandra''s relentless shouts followed him.
"What, did I hit a nerve? Feeling guilty? Isn''t this something we both know? If you didn''t have feelings for Hannah, why would you have made me do those things back then?"
Sandra''s screams grew louder.
"Honestly, I have to admire you. You''re an incredible actor. That''s why Hannah trusts you sopletely. Even after I told her the entire truth, she still chose to believe you."
She truly hadn''t expected Hannah to remain so steadfast in her trust for Quennel, even after Sandra hadid everything bare.
She thought the evidence she held was enough topletely destroy him, but it had turned out to be useless.
"You may have taken all my
evidence, and I may have no chance of turning this around but I believe. that all the vile things you ve done
will be exposed one day."
Quennel walked further away, but the shouting behind him didn''t stop, clinging to
him like a curse.
Sandra was still going.
"What do you think will happen when Hannah finds out that the man she
respects most is actually a stalker
and a pervert? Do you think she''ll
ev
see you you in the same glowing
light again?"
Quennel stopped, took a deep breath, and turned to look back at Sandra.
She stared back at him, a triumphant, fearless look on her face.
Quennel coldly averted his gaze and ordered the guard beside him, "Gag her. Make sure she doesn''t say another word for a while."
"Yes, sir."
Sandra heard the order but remained defiant.
"Even if you cut out my tongue, it won''t change a thing! You can''t
change what you are! You''re a
perverted stalker in love with your own sister-inw! You''re sick! You''re a freak!"
Before Sandra could finish, a heavy p cracked across her face.
It was followed by the searing sting of a whip,shing against her body again and again.
Sandra''s voice finally fell silent, but her eyes remained fixed, burning with hatred, on the direction Quennel had disappeared.