Upon ine’s return to the detention center after her police questioning, she felt an overwhelming sense of anxiety and restlessness as she awaited the oue.


    Uncertain about whether the police would let her go, she poured her heart into prayer.


    In the two days since her confinement, she had endured a level of torment unlike anything she had ever faced before. At this moment, she felt on the brink of copse, haunted by the fear that she might not survive this ordeal unless she was released.


    Meanwhile, Lady Wilson was a bundle of nerves when she learned that ine had been summoned to the police station for questioning that morning. She was concerned that ine might divulge the bullying she had endured at the hands of Lady Wilson and Gena during their time together in the cell.<fn2252> ???s ??????? ?s ?????? ?? find~novel</fn2252>


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    If that happened, it would mean the loss of her greatest and only source of amusement in the detention center!


    For a long time, Lady Wilson had been feeling low, burdened by the misfortunes that had befallen the Wilson family. However, her spirits had lifted since ine was locked up in the same cell with her, restoring some joy and vibrancy to her life.


    She found herself grinning at the thought of her own impending release in ten days, while pondering that ine could face imprisonment for ten or even twenty years.


    As soon as she returned, ine curled up in the corner of the cell. Lady Wilson approached her with a smirk and asked, “Hey, I heard you were called to the station for questioning?”


    ine nced up, her voice trembling as she replied, “Yes, Mom, they wanted to ask me something.”


    Lady Wilson’s tone turned icy as she pressed, “Did you spill any secrets? Did youin to them?”


    ine shook her head in fear, insisting, “No, Mom! Please don’t worry, I didn’t tell them anything about what happened in the cell. They just asked me questions about the case.”


    Relieved, Lady Wilson let out a breath and scoffed, “Have you talked to awyer yet? How long do you think your sentence will be? Ten years? Fifteen?”


    With a helpless shake of her head, ine murmured, “I haven’t hired awyer, so I really don’t know how long I could be sentenced.”


    ine would never dare share her hope that she might soon be released, fearing that if they learned of her potential freedom, they would unleash their wrath upon her.


    So, she resolved to keep that thought to herself until the moment the police came to set her free.


    Lady Wilson, with a sinister smirk, proimed, “I heard you could be looking at a minimum of fifteen years because of the severity of your situation!”


    She sighed dramatically but continued, her voiceced with excitement, “Fifteen years, ine! Just think about that—fifteen years! I can hardly endure fifteen days! How will you manage? Oh, I’m so worried for you.”


    ine mumbled timidly, “I don’t know, Mother! I’m terrified right now. I can’t even fathom what it would be like to be locked up for fifteen years…”


    At that moment, Gena approached, pping ine twice across the face and growling, “A shameless wretch like you, who stole another woman’s husband, deserves to rot in jail forever! Consider Matilda Mark, who was forced to flee to the United States! Even though I don’t know her personally, I feel a surge of anger every time I think about what you did to her. I want to avenge her!”


    Gena then viciously grabbed ine by the hair and continued to p her face relentlessly.


    Blood soon trickled from the corner of ine’s mouth. Just as Gena decided to pause, Lady Wilson, observing the scene with a cold demeanor, prepared to deliver her own punishment.


    She forcefully grabbed ine’s ear, causing her to cry out in pain.


    “Mom, why are you pulling my ear? What did I do wrong this time?”