Chapter 855:
But then, youâd have to accept that I might take those secrets to my grave, wouldnât you? If you let me go, Iâll reveal everything about Hale without leaving anything hidden. I swear, I truly want to make amends.â
Tonya let out a laugh as though she had just heard the best joke, casually bending her wrist.
âYouâre really quite stubborn.â
Etta was stunned.
Before she could digest what Tonya meant by this, the electric chair she was sitting on suddenly turned on, jolting her with electricity.
âAhâ¦
Ahâ¦
Ahâ¦â Ettaâs screams echoed piercingly throughout the room.
Just then, the door opened, and Harlee walked in slowly. Tonya was the first to spot Harlee. She quickly stepped out and asked with a hint of surprise, âHarlee, what are you doing here?â
Harlee massaged her forehead, visibly irritated.
âI couldnât stand the noise.â
This morning, after completing her usual routine, Harlee had stepped out for some exercise, only to discover Callie kneeling weakly outside the living room.
Before Harlee could speak, Callie, in a frantic state, began begging Harlee to spare Ettaâs life desperately.
Annoyed, Harlee decided to take matters into her own hands and handle the interrogation herself.
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Upon learning that Callie had dared to implore Harlee and had been kneeling throughout the night, Tonya grew furious.
âI thought Callie was merely a pitiful woman with a vicious daughter. It turns out sheâs as disgraceful as Etta!â Tonya slammed a book onto the table and sneered.
âHow could Callie even utter those words? Etta did so many bad things.
And instead of seeking forgiveness, Callie pleaded for mercy? And Callie even kneeled all night to beg? Itâs absolutely ridiculous!â
Harlee, having not slept all night, was already in a foul mood.
Hearing Ettaâs screams only further soured her mood. She tapped Tonya on the shoulder, signaling her to keep her cool, and then strode into the room.
Etta was still disoriented from the shock.
Harlee knocked Etta off the chair and calmly pulled aâ¦
Harlee pulled a pair of disposable gloves from her pocket. She squatted down and expertly dislocated Ettaâs jaw, effectively silencing the source of the annoying noise.
The black-clad guard stood silently, his heart heavy as he stared at the newly modified electric chair.
He had long since lost track of how many chairs Harlee had kicked in frustration. The sight no longer affected him, and he was beginning to grow numb to it.
Harlee then retreated to stand next to Tonya, observing Etta squirming in pain on the floor. She methodically peeled off her gloves, her face devoid of any emotion.
Etta was desperate to plead for mercy, but her ability to speak clearly had vanished.
Tonya silently gave a thumbs-up, impressed by Harleeâs straightforward approach. She stepped forward and disdainfully nudged Etta with her foot.
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