NovelEnglishBella shook her head and said, "She knows who you are, Steve. It will only create trouble if she sees you, so let's wait and see what happens." Inside the prison, Clarice was welcomed personally by the warden, who escorted her to the section holding inmates with mental illnesses.
"I've already isolated him. A few days ago, he acted up and even approached Attorney Lovett, claiming he needed legal assistance. Can you believe that? He must be really crazy!" The warden smirked, his tone ingratiating as if fishing for praise.
"He's mentally ill after all. It's normal," Clarice replied indifferently.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe paused at the cell door, listening to the gut-wrenching screams of a man inside. Her lips curled into a cold smile. Reaching into her lab coat, she pulled out a bank card and handed it to the warden. "You've worked hard. This is your share." The warden eagerly accepted it, thanking her profusely before leaving.
Clarice's expression darkened as she pushed open the door.
The dimly lit cell reeked of dampness and rot. In the corner, a dirty bed was the backdrop for the chaos unfolding. Two medical staff restrained a man thrashing violently.
His ear-piercing howls made Clarice wince, forcing her to cover her ears.
After injecting him with a strong sedative, the man finally quieted down.
Clarice walked up to him, her heels clicking sharply against the concrete floor. Donning a mask, she leaned closer.
"Who... Are... You?" The man struggled to form words, his face pale with fear.
"I'm a prison doctor," Clarice replied, her voice dripping with contempt. "You're sick, and I'm here to treat you." "I'm... Not sick... I'm not crazy... I didn't kill anyone... I'm innocent!" His bulging eyes and hoarse voice radiated desperation. "Hmph! Would any of those that end up here actually be innocent?" Without another word, Clarice pulled a syringe from her pocket and deftly injected the contents into his vein.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Ahhh-!" The man convulsed violently, his eyes bloodshot, his body writhing in agony.
"Prepare an ambulance," Clarice ordered the medical staff coldly. "The inmate is experiencing acute organ failure and requires immediate medical attention outside the prison." An hour passed, and Clarice still had not cout.
Chapter 2366 1 Steven gave her an "okay" sign and swiftly exited the car, heading toward the prison gates.
About fifteen minutes later, he returned, his expression a mix of confusion and shock.
"Ms. Bella, Jonah Ziegler isn't in the prison anymore. He's been sent away." "Sent away? By whom?!" Bella straightened, her voice tinged with urgency.
"The guard didn't specify, but he said Jonah had an acute medical condition and was temporarily released on medical parole.” Medical parole? Chapter 2366 2 She narrowed her eyes and said, “Clarice must have taken him out through the back door. For her to act so seamlessly, she must have people on the inside." Steven scratched his head in disbelief. "So Jonah really got sick? Is there really such a coincidence?" "There's no such thing as pure coincidence," Bella said, her tone firm. “It's deliberate manipulation." Her mind raced, piecing together the threads.
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