Chapter 848:
As Harleeâs mocking tone pierced through, Etta looked up, her face beet red.
Her expression softened as she stammered, âI⦠I am scared. Iâm terrified. Please, show some mercyâ¦â
Etta collapsed onto the bed, bowing her head repeatedly, desperately pleading for forgiveness.
Harlee held her head high, her gaze cold and distant. She casually swept a lock of hair behind her ear, arched her brows slightly, and said in an even tone, âDidnât you claim your loyalty to the unmatched Hale? Etta, you certainly change your mind quickly.â
Tonya, lounging on the sofa, erupted into laughter.
As far as biting comebacks went, Harlee was unmatched. It was a perfect hit. Tonya had yet to see anyone as fickle as Etta.
Sitting beside Tonya, Oaklee was still processing the shocking news about Rhys. Not wanting to dampen Harleeâs spirits, she mustered a forced smile. If Harlee hadnât been present, Oaklee wouldnât have been able to remain calm. The instant she learned about Rhysâ situation, she would have used every means at her disposal to track him down.
But now⦠she was painfully aware that if Harlee couldnât track him down, she stood no chance.
Upon hearing this, Etta behaved like a fawning flatterer, eager to win Harleeâs favor. The light had faded from her eyes, leaving only a desperate need to survive.
âMiss Sanderson, you are correct. I am nothing but a blind fool. Please, I beg you, spare my lifeâ¦â
As Etta spoke, she raised her uninjured hand and began striking herself, each blow more forceful than the one before.
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As she raised her hand again, her vision blurred, and she stumbled forward. In a desperate bid for Harleeâs mercy, Etta positioned herself perilously close to the edge of the bed. Losing her balance, she tumbled to the floor.
The impact was loud, and soon, blood smeared across Ettaâs face, rendering her unrecognizable.
Harlee nonchalantly stepped aside and exited the room. Tonya got up to follow, and after a brief pause, Oaklee trailed behind them.
Outside, Harlee instructed Tonya, âGet someone to take her to the hospital. Once sheâs stable, transfer her to the private interrogation room.
As soon as she wakes up, begin interrogating her about Hale. Use every method at your disposal. If she dares to lie, slowly cut her tendons, making sure she feels every single moment of it.â
Tonya gave a slight nod and began arranging the details on her phone. Turning to Oaklee, Harlee said, âThanks for today. I owe you a drink.â
Overwhelmed by the dayâs events, Oaklee found herself at a loss for words at Harleeâs gesture.
Her thoughts were preoccupied with Rhysâ predicament, torn between worrying about his safety and eagerly anticipating her next meeting with Harlee. Ultimately, she remained silent, offering only a nod before excusing herself, citing work obligations.
Inside the car, Oaklee dialed Patrickâs number, her tone cold and filled with fury.
âWhatâs happening?â
Patrick, who had been searching the cliffside for hours, appeared disheveled, his clothes ripped by the thick bushes.
His voice was strained.
âMr. Green tried to save Miss Sanderson and ended up falling off the cliff with Lindsay. Weâve been searching for them for four hours now, but thereâs no sign of either Rhysâ or Lindsayâs body.â
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