Chapter 990

• The unbearable pain in Grandma Rhett’s wrist nearly made her pass out. Her body trembled as she gasped for air, her throat dry and constricted. Fear clawed at her chest, but her survival instinct kicked in. Summoning what little strength she had left, she screamed, “It wasn’t me!”
• Liza’s lips curled into a chilling smile. “Then tell me who did it. If you do, maybe—just maybe—I’ll let you go.”
• Her sharp gaze swept across the room, making everyone lower their heads, unwilling to meet her eyes. The suffocating tension was thick in the air, yet no one dared to speak up and take responsibility.