Whitney Lynch's heart skipped a beat before she changed her words, trembling and pleading: "Miss, I've realized my mistakes. Please let me spend the rest of my life in a cell, let me repent for the wrongs I've committed, I beg you, please."
Tiana Thorne watched her, deeply impacted, yet a faint smile played on her lips, dangerously: "Didn't you say that no one could make you go to jail?"
Whitney shook her head frantically: "Letting me go is what I deserve, I deserve it..."
Tiana understood her too well; her eagerness to be imprisoned was not because she truly knew her faults and wanted to repent, but because she had realized that in prison, she'd be much safer than facing those brothers of hers.
But alas, she never lets others have their way.
"Just now, I planned to send you to the precinct, to truly experience its atmosphere, but..."
She deliberately left Whitney hanging.
Whitney was nearly driven mad by her demeanor, asking urgently: "But what?"
"Now, I don't want to."
