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.

wince, forcing her to

injecting him with a strong sedative, the

to him, her heels clicking sharply against the concrete floor.

You?" The man struggled to form words, his face pale with

with contempt. "You're sick, and I'm here to treat you.' "I'm... Not sick... I'm not crazy... I didn't kill anyone... I'm innocent!" His bulging eyes and hoarse voice radiated

any of those that end

into his vein. "Ahhh-!" The man convulsed violently, his

the medical staff coldly. "The inmate is experiencing acute organ failure and requires immediate medical attention outside

Clarice still

but avoid Clarice at all costs. Say you're there on behalf of Attorney Lovett to follow

swiftly exited the car,

later, he returned, his

in the prison anymore. He's been

whom?!" Bella straightened,