"Why are you treating me like this? Why are you doing this to me...."
Zoey cried and shouted, but no one knew who she was talking to.
That was what she regretted the most. There was a clear path for her to achieve a bright future, but she was so obsessed with playing tricks that she kept making mistakes.
In the end, she didn't even have the chance to turn back.
Was she pitiful, though?
No.
Mrs. Gilbert, who had suffered an unexpected disaster, was far more pitiful.
Two lives were taken at Zoey's hands. She deserved it, didn't she?
Having said that, Lucille shook her head and prepared to leave.
The guards outside immediately came over to open the iron door.
As Lucille walked out, Zoey suddenly tugged at the hem of her clothes and begged, "Lucille, could you please help me pass on a message? I want to see Samuel. I want to see him..."
Lucille asked, "Do you want to tell him that you're pregnant?"
Zoey nodded desperately.
This child was her last hope.