Chapter 690: Chapter 690

Chapter 690:

Tiffany’s voice trembled, growing weaker with each word.

“I couldn’t resist Miss Morgan. If I tried, she’d sink her sharp nails into my skin. It was agonizing…”

A heavy silence followed, broken only by Tiffany’s inconsolable weeping. Suddenly, a piercing scream shattered the quiet. It was Lindsay, her voice echoing around the room.

All eyes snapped toward the commotion.

Harlee stood by Lindsay, gripping her hair tightly and hoisting her off the floor.

Her tone was icy, dripping with contempt.

“Lindsay, tormenting my friend was a grave mistake. I thought you had a shred of decency, but you’ve sunk to new depths of depravity.

Even calling you a monster feels like a compliment.”

With a forceful motion, Harlee thrust Lindsay forward, slamming her head against the table.

Blood burst from Lindsay’s forehead, streaming down her face like a macabre mask. Lindsay hissed through gritted teeth, “What the hell are you doing? Are you trying to kill me? I’m going to call the police—”

Before she could finish, Rhys hurled a water bottle with precise aim, striking Lindsay squarely in the mouth. The impact silenced her as blood spurted from her lips.

Harlee, now wiping her hands clean with a damp tissue, turned her attention to Tiffany.

Gently taking Tiffany’s icy hands in hers, she chafed them softly to restore warmth.

“Do you want to go home?” Harlee asked, her voice calm and soothing.

Tiffany, her face pale as a ghost, leaned into Harlee, her eyes fluttering shut.

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“Yes, Harlee, I want to go home.”

“Alright, I’ll take you back,” Harlee assured her, her tone a comforting murmur amid the chaos. She led Tiffany toward her vehicle, glancing at Clint, who was following closely behind.

“Clint, I’m driving Tiffany home.”

Tiffany had no permanent residence in Baythorn, but at that moment, her only solace lay in Harlee’s reassuring presence.

She typically lodged at hotels. Therefore, the “home” Harlee referred to could only mean one place—the Sanderson family residence.

Peering down at Tiffany with concern, Harlee gently asked, “Would you like me to take you to my place?”

Tiffany, taken aback, glanced up sharply.

“To your place? Oh, no… Let’s not go there.”

Harlee didn’t insist. Instead, she tenderly brushed Tiffany’s hair aside and said in a soothing tone, “If it makes you uneasy, we don’t have to go.

But I assure you, our place has a cozy, welcoming vibe, and you’ll feel like it’s your own home.”

Tiffany paused, uncertain, and then asked, “Really?”

Harlee simply nodded, giving Tiffany the time she needed to make up her mind.

After a moment, Tiffany’s expression softened into a smile, and she nodded in agreement.

They were met with open arms once they arrived at the Sanderson family residence. Skyla enveloped Tiffany in a warm hug, engaging her in lively conversation. The dinner was equally cordial, with everyone making Tiffany feel exceptionally welcome. Tiffany experienced a sense of warmth like never before.

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