?<strong>Chapter 855:</strong>


    He then exited the room, only to return momentster, pushing a wheelchair. A woman sat in that wheelchair, her figurepletely shrouded in bandages that covered her face, leaving only her eyes, nostrils, and mouth exposed. Had Gordon not mentioned it beforehand, no one would have recognized her as Macie.


    Belinda gasped audibly, her hand flying to her mouth in shock.


    “What on earth happened?” she asked.


    With a heavy heart, Gordon exined, “Last night, Macie was abducted and brutally raped. Afterward, her captors used a de on her face, leaving her with over a dozen disfiguring cuts.”


    Belinda’s expression shifted dramatically as the weight of the words sank in.


    Raped and disfigured?


    The brutality of it was beyondprehension.


    “Mr. rk! Ms. Wright! You must help me seek vengeance! It was Minna! She orchestrated this!” Macie cried out.


    Her injuries were so severe, especially in her lower body, that shecked the strength to stand and remained confined to the wheelchair. Struggling to speak through her tears, she continued, “One of the attackers told mest night. He said Minna sent him with a message: everything that happened to me was my fault! I deserved it! This was the price I had to pay for betraying her!”


    Macie’s voice cracked, her wordsced with disbelief and pain.


    “Minna is truly ruthless.”


    Belinda turned to Lucas, their gazes meeting in shared disbelief.


    There was still someone helping Minna behind the scenes?


    After Minna’s arrest, Lucas had withdrawn his surveince team from Macie, thinking the threat had passed. Never had he imagined that such a horrific tragedy could ur.


    Belinda shifted her focus back to Macie. Her voice was calm but probing as she said, “Macie, there’s something I need to ask you.”


    Macie sniffled and nodded weakly, her voice barely audible.


    “What is it?”


    Belinda crossed her arms, her expression calm.


    “Minna told me something interesting. She imed that the n to have Morse drug me and the scheme to set me up with Moshe at the banquet… those were your ideas. Is that true?”


    When Macie heard that, her expression shifted dramatically, a flicker of panic crossing her features. Luckily, her face was entirely swathed in bandages, effectively concealing her tumultuous emotions. She quickly regained herposure and retorted with fervor, “That’s absolute nonsense! Ms. Wright, don’t trust a single word that Minna utters. She’s only saying that to frame me! That woman is simply malevolent! She is discontented with her own life and doesn’t want anyone else to experience happiness!”


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