Chapter 867


    Everett ended the call with the same detachment one might show when instructing an underling to


    take out the trash.


    In his eyes, Heather was probably less than that. She was the instigator of all this mess.


    Had it not been for Dorothy''s insistence on a verdict demanding the death penalty, Everett would


    never have let Heather live this long with all her limbs intact.


    ...


    In the dimly lit basement, a musty, moldy stench hung heavy in the air.


    Heather had be a shadow of her former self, all skin and bones, save for the slight bulge of


    her pregnant belly. It was clear she was with child.


    Her seduction of a guard and the subsequent pregnancy had been reported to Everett promptly.


    After all, such matters were serious business, and no one wanted to be held ountable should


    things go south.


    But Everett showed no interest, saying only to let her be as long as she didn''t die.


    This led the guards to specte that he intended for the child to be born. But it turned out it was just


    another means to torment her...


    "Heather, take this pill," a guard ordered, part of the new rotation put in ce to ensure no further...


    indiscretions. They feared being responsible for her death on their watch.


    Heather looked up, her eyes dull, her face etched with defeat. "What''s that? I won''t take it..."


    "You''re in no position to bargain," the guard said with an exasperated eye roll. "Your choice is


    simple: take it willingly, or we''ll make sure you swallow it."


    "You want to harm my baby!" Heather clutched her belly and shook her head vehemently. "Please,


    no! I''m begging you!"


    "We''re just following orders. If we don''t do it, we can''t do our jobs," the guard confessed, revealing


    the pill''s purpose. "And don''t kid yourself into thinking that kid will save you."


    Shock flooded Heather''s features.


    She had thought her pregnancy would be her salvation since Everett had known about it for so long


    and yet had done nothing. But was it all just a cruel game?


    "I want to see Everett. I need to speak with him personally! Tell him I have information about


    Dorothy!"


    "Nobody cares about what you have to say," the guard dismissed her plea and signaled for two


    other men.


    "Hold her down. I''m going to administer the medication."


    "Understood."


    As the two burly men approached, Heather''s desperate struggles and pleas were in vain. Her hands


    were restrained, rendering her helpless.


    "You should''ve listened and not resisted," the guard scolded. "You crossed the Lopez family, and


    you think you''re gonna get off easy? That''s just wishful thinking."


    "I never wronged the Lopez family!"


    "Save your breath; if you were innocent, you wouldn''t be here." The guard grasped her jaw and


    forced the pill down her throat.


    Heather choked, coughing violently.


    "My child... you''remitting murder!" Her cries were heart-wrenching.


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    She sounded truly like a mother in agony over the loss of her child, but her anguish swayed no one.


    "Cut the act! We all know how that child came to be. Did you actually fall for that guard? You''re just


    trying to save your own skin!"