The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Bella shook her head and said, "She knows who you are, Steve. It will only create trouble if she sees you, so let's wait and see what happens."

Inside the prison, Clarice was welcomed personally by the warden, who escorted her to the section holding inmates with mental illnesses.

"I've already isolated him. A few days ago, he acted up and even approached Attorney Lovett, claiming he needed legal assistance. Can you believe that? He must be really crazy! The warden smirked, his tone ingratiating as if fishing for praise.

"He's mentally ill after all. It's normal," Clarice replied indifferently.

She paused at the cell door, listening to the gut-wrenching screams of a man inside. Her lips curled into a cold smile. Reaching into her lab coat, she pulled out a bank card and handed it to the warden. "You've worked hard. This is your share.

The warden eagerly accepted it, thanking her profusely before leaving.

Clarice's expression darkened as she pushed open the door.

The dimly lit cell reeked of dampness and rot. In the corner, a dirty bed was the backdrop for the chaos unfolding. Two medical staff restrained a man thrashing violently.

made Clarice wince, forcing

injecting him with a strong sedative, the man

him, her heels clicking sharply against the concrete floor. Donning a

The man struggled to

dripping with contempt. "You're sick, and I'm here to treat you.' "I'm... Not sick... I'm not crazy... I didn't kill

Would any of those that end up here actually

syringe from her pocket and deftly injected the contents into his vein. "Ahhh-!" The man convulsed violently, his eyes bloodshot, his body writhing

an ambulance," Clarice ordered the medical staff coldly. "The inmate is experiencing

and Clarice

all costs. Say you're there on behalf of Attorney Lovett to follow up

and swiftly

returned, his expression

the prison anymore. He's been sent

straightened, her voice tinged with