Chapter 753 The Daughter She Couldn’t Face
Parked by the roadside was indeed a Porsche.
“It must be Carl!”
Lily’s eyes reddened with hope. She deliberately let the scars on the back of her hand show, walking carefully toward the car as if timid and fragile. She wanted, in the instant she opened that door, for Carl to see how she had changed through the years, to pity her. After all, wasn’t that the same trick Yunice once used to win Carl’s support?
But when she opened the door, she froze.
“You… you’re not from Carl?”
Sitting in the driver’s seat was Scarface.
She instantly recoiled, springing backward like a startled animal. This was Wyatt’s man–and by extension, Yunice’s.
“Madam Moore, please get in the car. We’ll be taking you back to the Moore estate. You can spend the rest of your years there.”
Back to that barren, distant ancestral home in the middle of nowhere?
Or was this just an excuse to lock her away and torment her?
Her good daughter Yunice would never let her live comfortably.
Prison had ground down Lily’s arrogance. She now wore a mask of meekness, a cloying smile on her lips as she nodded quickly. “Alright, thank you, thank you.” She looked like an ordinary, submissive middle–aged woman resigned to fate.
But the moment she reached the car, her pretense cracked. She snatched up the tissue box on the seat, hurled it at Scarface’s face, and bolted like a slippery eel.
Her run was graceless–gray hair flying, old shoes stumbling on the uneven dirt road. She nearly twisted her ankle more than once but never stopped.
Scarface only sneered. He started the car, rolling along behind her at an unhurried pace while making a call.
“Ms. Yunice, just as you predicted–Lily’s running straight toward the psychiatric hospital.”
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Chapter 753 The Daughter She Couldn’t Face
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Yunice’s voice was calm as she worked. “She only has that one precious daughter. With no rich man to save her, of course she’ll look for someone else to cling to.”
She lifted her lips in a cold half–smile. “Let her go see. She never once came to visit me there. Let her learn firsthand what life inside is really like.”
“Understood.”
The psychiatric hospital was even bleaker than Lily imagined.
High fences topped with barbed wire, walls mottled and peeling, the air heavy with the stink of disinfectant failing to mask the reek of rot and urine.
This foul, broken thing?
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