She Was Never Just a Pretty Face novel Chapter 193

Days turned into weeks.

The holidays arrived.

Harrell still hadn't woken up.

His parents stayed in Alpha City through the season, though they completely cut contact with the Sanford family. Both sides remained quietly distant. Only Eleanor Judson visited Morton occasionally, making trips to the hospital to check on Harrell. Hilda practically lived at the hospital, while Gardenia looked after Annie and Landon.

Spring bloomed, washing the world in warmth.

But Harrell still didn't wake up.

He lay there quietly, entirely peaceful, lacking any trace of vitality.

Everyone was slowly losing hope.

The hardest pill to swallow was Jolie's fate. She had been officially diagnosed with intermittent psychosis. On the day of her trial, the judge ruled her not guilty by reason of insanity. She was ordered to undergo mandatory treatment at a psychiatric hospital. Once cleared, her legal husband, Luther, would simply sign for her release.

Catherine couldn't handle the verdict.

She collapsed in the courtroom.

At that moment, Hilda had stared quietly at Luther.

He had looked back at her.

His face completely devoid of emotion.

As Hilda turned to leave, Jolie, wearing her patient scrubs, taunted her: "Sister, I'm mentally ill! No one can touch me. Your precious Harrell isn't ever waking up! He's going to die! You're going to be a widow. You'll be a woman without a husband, just like me!"

Hilda had slowly turned her head.

Jolie continued glaring at her with a defiant smirk.

Hilda's expression turned freezing cold.

This world had never been fair.

Everyone just had to slowly swallow that bitter truth.

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