Molly looked at the prison guard with unease and stopped Rebecca, "Are you insane? Keep your voice down..."

Then Molly pointed at the phone next to Rebecca, suggesting she pick it up.

Rebecca tilted her head and looked at Molly, smiling. She finally moved forward and picked it up. Molly said, "I heard from the maids that the DNA results are back. That woman is Logan's daughter."

Rebecca screamed at what Molly said. She hit the glass with the phone frantically, "Why did that woman take everything from me? I'm the princess. Everything is mine."

The correctional officer charged over to hold Rebecca down and took the phone from her hands.

Molly covered her mouth in shock. She then crossed her hands, made a praying gesture, "Sorry, she loses herself for a bit. She'll be fine later. Let me finish talking with her. I promise she won't do it again."

Rebecca had her hands suppressed behind her back. She got unsettled, especially when she saw one of them wore a taser gun around his waist. She immediately calmed down, "I promise I won't do it again."

The correctional officer didn't listen to her and insisted on bringing her away. Suddenly, Rebecca knelt down, "Please, give me five minutes. I won't get worked up."

The correctional officers looked at each other and gave her a chance since she was once the princess

Rebecca stopped throwing a tantrum and behaved herself. She didn't do well in prison. All sorts of prisoners were proud of bullying the used-to-be princess.

So she became more and more extreme. She was no longer gentle but malevolent.

Molly sighed, "Rebecca, I'm angry too. But anger only satisfies me for a while. It can't solve anything. I'm sad about divorcing Logan. I wish I could tear Olivia apart. But what's the point? Logan has his mind fully on Olivia."

Rebecca cried. She was ferociously reluctant to the result. Really. She was a noble and elegant princess that was looked up by her people. But that woman changed everything.

"Rebecca, listen. The maids told me Logan made them stay in the presidential house and didn't let them leave. But they wanted to leave. And they wanted to leave through the hidden passage."

"Hidden passage?" Rebecca chewed the words in her mouth.

Molly kept going, "As long as they're gone, Logan would be on his own. Hahaha. No one wants him. How sad is that? Then he would definitely remember us. And he would send someone to take us back soon."

"You're daydreaming!" Rebecca suddenly sneered, "as long as they're alive, Logan wouldn't give up. You forget how he finds that woman's mother back after all the years. Only he sees their dead bodies can he truly be disappointed.

"Then what should we do?"

Rebecca laughed out frantically and whispered to the speakerphone...

Since they wanted to leave through the hidden passage, she would make them die in there.

The hidden passage is leading somewhere outside the presidential house. As long as Avery got out, she would destroy her and her body.

If the assassin failed, she had plan B.

She would prepare two female bodies and throw them in acid ponds. The acid would burn the remaining water on them. The only thing that could be fished out was their skeletons. No one could tell.

So, Avery's death would be due to poor maintenance. This would be an accident. She could never be traced to have anything to do with it.

Besides, she was in jail. No one would suspect her.

Avery was about to die!

***

Avery closed the book, feeling a cold wind. It was spooky.

She called Andrew several times, but he didn't answer. She called, and he hung up. It went like this several times.

He would normally answer her calls. She heard his voice after one ding.

But he hung up on her this time. This was unusual. What the hell was he leaving after he left the presidential house?

At the same time, Andrew, with a white coat and medial wagon, felt the vibrations. He hurried to reach in his pockets to hang it up.

In the corridor, some nurses occasionally looked at him in curiosity. But they didn't notice anything out of the ordinary and soon kept walking.

Before he wheeled the wagon in the VIP ward, two bodyguards stopped him. They took a look at his ID card and checked the wagon. They didn't find anything suspicious and let him in.

On the bed, a weak figure lay there. Her dark hair was all over on the white pillow. Her face was pale. She probably was having a nightmare and had sweat on her forehead. And her curly eyelashes kept trembling.

He walked over and touched her wrist gently. She withdrew her hand with alertness and suddenly opened her eyes. She subconsciously stepped back until she hit the bed head like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bow-string.

He said, "It's time to take your meds."

Jessica stared at his eyes out of confusion. She found his voice familiar at first. Then his eyes stroke a familiarity too. Others might not recognize him. But she did stare at the single mole underneath his eyes. She was too surprised to say anything. She looked at the door, and James didn't return yet.

She whispered, "Andrew, why are you here?"

"To take you away. I'll come and pick you up tomorrow at the same time. You find a way to make him leave."

Jessica nodded. She believed Andrew must know James would go to therapy with Erin at this hour.

Erin was the therapist invited by the hospital. It was easy for James to go to hers. But in his absence, he sent security guarded outside her room. If Andrew didn't dress like a doctor, he wouldn't get in.

Andrew hung the medicine bottle on the hanger. He was a self-taught doctor because of his heart condition. He knew basic skills. In order to play his part, he needed to do the infusion himself.

The needle was in her fair skins. Jessica has been giving infusion several days, and her hand back was full of little holes. Andrew stroked them gently. He remembered how Jessica got herself killed to save James the last time and said, "You'll come with me, right?"