He Waited She Wilted (Ottilie and Yorath) novel Chapter 332

Ottilie slept like a log. The next morning, she was up early. She tied her long hair back with a two-toned scrunchie and bypassed Yorath's favorite black-and-white aesthetic, opting instead for a cheap but striking red blouse and tailored black pants she'd ordered online. The fit was flawless, highlighting her curves and long legs. She looked radiant and undeniably sexy.

When she stepped out of her room, Yvonne was standing by the door, dutiful as ever. "Heading out, Mrs. Fordham?"

"Yeah." Ottilie paused, glancing at her. "Are you going anywhere today? Need some company?"

The moment she said it, she felt a pang of hypocrisy. She knew Yvonne was upset about her mother, yet here she was offering platitudes. Just as she was about to take it back, Yvonne spoke.

"I'm going to the detention center. If you have the time, you could come along."

"Sure," Ottilie agreed instantly. Looking at Yvonne's deadpan expression, she teased, "You're not planning to take me somewhere remote and off me, are you?"

"No," Yvonne replied with total seriousness.

Ottilie chuckled. "I'm kidding."

After a quick breakfast, they headed to the precinct. Yvonne had her own connections and managed to arrange a meeting with Tanya without anyone's help.

Tanya had been stripped of her designer clothes and jewelry. She wore a drab uniform, her usually perfectly styled hair frizzy and unkempt. Without her expensive makeup, she looked like any ordinary, aging woman, save for her pale complexion.

Seeing Yvonne, Tanya immediately jumped up, only to be forced back into her seat by two guards.

"Yvonne, you're here to save me! This place is inhumane. They make us do night watches, people don't shower, and the smell is unbearable. You have to get me out of here!"

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