CHAPTER 42

A FEW MONTHS LATER
Women of all ages were making a lot of noise, talking, laughing, and fighting with one another. This was a common occurrence in this location.
As she observed the ladies dressed in the bright yellow overalls, Vanity shook her head. This was her first visit to a prison, and she had no idea that the people inside would be so carefree while others were so miserable.
The warden led her to his office, where she would meet with someone, she had known for six years. She was curious about how she was doing. She just wanted someone to answer her questions and then leave her alone.
“You can take your time and call me if you need something,” the older man said, and she politely smiled at him, “be free, there is no surveillance.”
Before leaving her to enter the office, the man informed her. She took a deep breath before opening the door and walking in. She smiled as she looked over at the woman sitting in one of the chairs.
It was the first time she had seen her in such a bad mood. She'd seen how aloof she could be, how she thought of herself as all-powerful, but seeing her like this was completely unexpected.
Vanity sat in the warden's chair, scowling at the woman. If you ask her if she feels bad about what she did to this woman, she will simply say, "NO!"
When she was young, this woman made her life miserable by convincing her that she was inferior and that good things were out of reach for her. She was such a fool not to realize she wasn't her child in the first place.
“Hahahaha, how foolish i was back then," While a tear threatened to fall down her cheek, vanity couldn't help but laugh.
She wiped away the tear before looking coldly at Isabelle, her foster mother, the woman who had emotionally abused her to the point of no return.
“Are you content now? You finished my family by looking at me like this, and yet you sit there as if you didn't participate in anything!” Isabelle yelled angrily at her, spitting saliva as she spoke.
Vanity wiped her face with a yellow handkerchief from her small purse before returning her gaze to Isabelle.
“Who cares if I did it? What are you capable of doing to me? Aren't you here now?”
"Y-you, you..." Isabelle was so angry that she coughed up blood.
Seeing her so enraged, Vanity couldn't help but laugh out loud while wiping the blood that had come her way and licking the blood on her lips. When Isabelle saw this, she was shocked and trembled with fear, but what Vanity said next made her regret ever thinking they could beat her in the first place.
“This blood isn't very good. It's spoiled, and if I take it, I'll be the one who suffers in the end,” she said, rubbing her tongue roughly as if she didn't want to dirty herself, "you're dying, ma'am, and your days are numbered."
Vanity smiled as she told Isabelle about her impending doom. To be honest, she had no idea this woman was on the verge of dying, and the fact that she had hidden her illness so well like a scheming bastard was admirable.
“What exactly are you saying? I will not perish!” Isabelle became enraged when she heard the calamity star curse her to death. How could she think her end was near when Vanity was still alive and well? She hadn't even seen her daughter yet, so why would she pass away?
“It's not my problem whether you accept it or not; I'm just doing you a favor, so you know,” Vanity said, her eyes filled with pity as she looked at the woman.
“D-don’t….”
“Forget about it. I came here to get some answers, and if I'm satisfied, I'll tell you where your beloved daughter is. I guess you really need that information,” Vanity said slowly, her gaze fixed on Isabelle's horrifying expression.
“What have you done to my daughter, you scumbag?”
Isabelle yelled at her, her face flushed with rage, "I didn't even do anything to her, so don't worry."
All you have to do is answer a few questions, and I'll tell you everything.” Vanity spoke earnestly, assuring everyone that she had nothing to do with Gwen's death.
Who told her she should fall in love with such a vile man?
“Fine, go ahead,” Isabelle said. She knew she wouldn't get anything from this murderer unless she gave her what she wanted. After all, there is a principle known as "give and take." Before receiving something, one should learn to give something out.
“It's good that we're on the same page now,” Vanity said sinisterly as she wiped her hands again.
Vanity immediately began questioning the older woman for an hour before she was satisfied. She felt lighthearted after receiving all the answers she required, as if the burden that had been bothering her had finally been lifted.
“I guess you really need that information,” Vanity said slowly, her gaze fixed on Isabelle's horrifying expression.
This was actually very good; as long as you find someone's Achilles’ heel, everything else will go off without a hitch. When she was attacked twice, these people did the same thing to her.
Since the day she fell off the cliff and became a vampire who had to live in the dark and survive on blood, she has learned that being kind will never get her anywhere.
She had to kill others to survive; it was difficult and painful at first, and it made her wretch, but she could only turn into ashes if she didn't feed herself. She didn't want to die when she was given a second chance. She was even merciful enough to leave them with their bodies intact and didn't pursue Isabelle or her daughter.
Weren't they supposed to express their appreciation? Vanity felt so wronged to be cast as the villain in this entire scenario. She simply defended herself and did not say anything else. How justifiable were her actions?
“Thank you for being cooperative, as for your daughter’s whereabouts…….”