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

a strong sedative,

against

to form words,

replied, her voice dripping with contempt. "You're sick, and I'm here to treat you.' "I'm...

of those that end up

a syringe from her pocket and deftly injected the contents into his vein. "Ahhh-!" The man

ordered the medical staff coldly. "The inmate is experiencing acute organ

passed, and Clarice

instructed, "Steve, go in now, but avoid Clarice at all costs. Say you're there

and swiftly exited the car, heading toward the

he returned, his expression a mix

isn't in the prison anymore. He's been

away? By whom?!" Bella straightened, her voice