Chapter 445 Psychological Distortion
"Forget it, forget it. We still gotta study later. Look at her, it's pointless. Let's go." One of the inmates standing next to Thalia, who had been watching the commotion, lost interest when she saw Angel just standing there silently. She walked over, frowning impatiently at Angel, but mostly tugging at the sleeve of the short-haired inmate, urging her not to cause trouble.
They only had a few years left before they would be released, unlike Angel. They couldn't afford to stir up any trouble now.
The short-haired inmate was pulled away, and Thalia and her two friends left the prison gates to go study. Angel leaned against the wall, slowly standing up, her eyes filled with resentment as she watched them leave.
Every bit of bullying she endured here, she would pay back tenfold!
"Angel."
A guard opened the prison door and called out to the woman inside, "Someone's here to see you. Come with me."
Someone to see her?
Angel was puzzled. In her current state, abandoned by everyone, who would come to see her?
Despite her thoughts, she followed the guard to the visiting room, where she saw Lucy standing on the other side of the glass.
Angel squinted her eyes, frowning slightly.
She knew Lucy all too well.
"Ms. Clark, Angel is here," the guard said to Lucy. Lucy turned around, seeing Angel in her orange vest, and gave a faint smile. The arrogance and slight provocation in her eyes were just as they had always been.
Lucy sat across from Angel, picked up the phone on the table, and looked at the haggard face in front of her.
"Long time no see."
"Yeah, it's been a while. Never thought you'd come to see me," Angel said with a laugh, devoid of any real amusement. She didn't believe for a second that Lucy was here out of the goodness of her heart.
Lucy showed no particular expression. Angel had always been an easily manipulated pawn, and Lucy could see right through her.
"Don't be like that. I might be able to help you. I know you want to get out, and I can talk to the police to help you get out. You must be having a hard time in here, right?"
At the mention of "getting out," Angel's eyes lit up. Since entering prison, she had been desperate to escape, to find William and tell him how much she loved him.
But she never expected that the person offering to help her get out would be Lucy.
Would she really help her?
Angel became wary, gripping the phone tightly. "You would help me? Are you really that kind-hearted?"
"Don't look at me like that. People do have hearts, you know," Lucy said, her expression unchanged. "Besides, I know what you want. Setting aside William, we have a common enemy. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right?"
This struck a chord with Angel. Yes, they both despised Margaret, seeing her as a thorn in their sides.
"What do you want?" Angel paused, her eyes fixed on Lucy, filled with undisguised longing.
She wanted to leave this place more than anything, and the sooner, the better.
Lucy saw a glimmer of triumph in Angel's eyes. If Angel was asking this, it meant she was interested. Now, it was time for Lucy to tighten her grip.
"I want you to tell me every detail about the time William and that girl Marjorie were kidnapped. If what you tell me checks out, I'll have someone get you out of here quickly."
Lucy had thought it through. To bring down Margaret, the key lay with Marjorie.
Her obsession with William and her growing hatred for Margaret had driven Lucy to madness. Now, her actions seemed less about winning William and more about destroying Margaret, her imagined enemy.
"Is it that simple?"
Lucy nodded, and Angel's eyes lit up again, hope rekindled.
"Alright, I agree. As long as you can get me out of this hellhole, I'll tell you everything." Angel's desire to leave had surpassed everything else.
Hearing Angel's words, Lucy's plan was set. Since Angel's Marjorie was a fake, she would use these details to create a new "Marjorie," indistinguishable from the real one.
Pryce had been at the hospital for the past few days, giving Samuel acupuncture. Juniper visited whenever she could, spending every day in the hospital room, tirelessly caring for Samuel. Cleaning his hands and feet had become a daily routine, and she frequently discussed Samuel's condition with Pryce.
"Dr. Holt, how is Samuel today?"
Juniper arrived just as Pryce was removing the needles from Samuel and packing them away.
"The blood clots in his head are mostly cleared. Whether he wakes up or not, we'll know by tomorrow. Acupuncture can't guarantee a cure, but I've done everything I can."
"Thank you, thank you, Dr. Holt!" Juniper was thrilled to hear that the blood clots were mostly gone. At least Samuel had a chance of waking up, which was better than waiting endlessly.
After Pryce left, she sat by the window, holding Samuel's hand tightly, her cheek resting on it, her voice choked with emotion.
"Samuel, please wake up. I promised you, if you woke up, I'll marry you. I promise."
The next morning, before Juniper woke up, Samuel's hand moved slightly, and his brow furrowed—a sign he was waking up.
A moment later, Samuel slowly opened his eyes. After so long in darkness, the sunlight was blinding, and he squinted. The oxygen mask on his face felt strange, and he turned his head slightly, seeing Juniper asleep by his bedside.
For a moment, Samuel felt as if he and Juniper were worlds apart.
[Has she been worried about me all this time? She seems thinner than before.]
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