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.

howls made Clarice wince, forcing her to cover her

injecting him with a strong sedative, the

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

man struggled to form words,

doctor," Clarice replied, her voice 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 anyone... I'm innocent!"

of those that

and deftly injected the contents into his vein. "Ahhh-!"

coldly. "The inmate is experiencing

hour passed, and Clarice still

avoid Clarice at all costs. Say you're there on behalf of Attorney Lovett to follow up with the inmate called

sign and swiftly

minutes later, he returned, his expression a

Ziegler isn't in the

straightened, her voice