'Of course. This was about Linda Warren, who'd been taken into custody ten days ago.'
'So this must be her mother?'
Chloe Sinclair scoffed inwardly.
'Sure enough, Linda Warren and her mom are cut from the same cloth.'
'It's just that I don't know whether to feel sorry for Linda Warren or to pity her.'
'After all, to end up with a mother like that, she must have been cursed with eight lifetimes of bad luck.'
"What happened to your daughter isn't my fault. She was just too jealous and shortsighted. But Linda Warren is still young; she'll be out in ten years. You, on the other hand..."
A cold smile touched the corners of Chloe Sinclair's lips. "We have both witnesses and physical evidence. You'll likely be spending the rest of your life behind bars."
The color drained from Mrs. Warren's face as she stared at Chloe Sinclair in disbelief. "Impossible! You must be lying, right? You're perfectly fine! Why should I go to jail? And... and..."
