Chapter 683:
As Harlee responded to Rhysâ message, Lindsayâs arrogant tone abruptly seized her attention. Turning her gaze upward, Harlee caught Lindsayâs blatantly hostile look. With a chuckle and a confident tilt of her chin, Harlee responded, âMiss Morgan, you seem to have the wrong idea. Itâs not just physical evidence at my disposal. I also have a witness.â
The spot where Lindsay had assaulted Tiffany lacked surveillance, yet Harlee, armed with cutting-edge technology, had effortlessly generated a simulated video depicting the assault. Lindsayâs face betrayed a flicker of uncertainty upon hearing Harleeâs declaration.
A witness? Physical evidence? How could Harlee have managed to gather any evidence from that specific spot? The thought that Harlee might have fabricated the evidence crossed her mind, but she quickly dismissed it.
Fabricating evidence was a serious crime, and surely Harlee wouldnât risk it.
With a wary expression, Lindsay stared at Harlee, her anxiety mounting over what other revelations might come next. She felt like a marionette, her fate dangling precariously in someone elseâs hands.
âRemember, even though todayâs proceedings are unconventional, we must adhere to standard protocol,â Harlee continued smoothly.
âIf anyone wishes to review the evidence, theyâll have to wait. The judge will disclose it when the time is right.â
Harlee then turned back to Lindsay, her glare filled with scorn. Standing tall with an air of confidence that bordered on contempt, she added, âAnd you, Miss Morgan, you persist in claiming a mental illness. So, where is your evidence? Or is that merely your latest ploy to escape punishment? Given how manipulative and devious you are, it wouldnât shock anyone if you claimed so just to avoid your sentence.â
Lindsayâs gaze turned icy, her narrowed eyes brimming with malice and venomous contempt.
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She had concocted a plan to feign mental illness, even securing a doctorâs complicity to support her fabricated narrative. Yet, she hadnât anticipated Harlee unmasking her scheme in such a public manner. The revelation likely solidified any suspicions the judge might have already harbored.
The reality was grim. Without some underhanded maneuvering, Lindsay knew she faced a minimum of five years in prison.
Hale had vowed to help her avoid this fate, but the uncertainty of their schemes left her anxious.
Furthermore, opting for a mental evaluation now would mean it couldnât be conducted by her chosen doctor.
Attempting to bribe another in this fraught situation could only lead to further chaos.
Lindsay bitterly realized Harlee was proving incredibly difficult to deal with and was keenly aware of the menacing nature of Harleeâs tactics. She refrained from antagonizing Harlee further, fully aware of the potential consequences. Yet, surrender was not an option for her.
With a change of strategy in mind, she softened her tone.
âIâm really sorry, Harlee. I canât fathom what I must have said to give you the impression that Iâm hiding behind mental illness to shirk my responsibilities. Mental illness is a serious issue. Itâs not something I would ever take lightly or exploit. I just feel I wasnât thinking clearly when I supposedly hurt Tiffany. Perhaps, for a moment, I just lost control. If you think Iâm just making excuses, Iâm at a loss for what more I can say. What about I apologize? Would that make things right?â
Lindsayâs voice grew increasingly wretched, a hint of tears by the final word.
Earlier, an officer had chimed in, sensing Lindsayâs desperation.
âIf you consent to an evaluation, any psychiatrist might identify a mental disorder.â Thus, Lindsay subtly shifted her tactics, hoping to advance her agenda under the guise of retreat.
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