Starting with A Divorce novel (Ainsley and Cason) novel Chapter 637

Chapter 637 Nightmare or Hallucination

Irene couldn't help but cry. The thought of being imprisoned for the rest of her life made her so scared that she couldn't speak.

"Please let me go..." she cried.

"What a surprise. I can't believe you're saying this.” Ainsley widened her eyes in shock upon hearing that.

"Aren't you here today to hear these words? I've already said them. Are you still not satisfied?" Irene smiled bitterly.

Suddenly, she got down on her knees. "Please, my grandpa can't be left alone without anyone to care for him. Because of Manuel, the hospitals rejected us. Ainsley, didn't you want to see me in a mess? Well, you've seen it now. Can you please let me go? I can stop harassing you and Manuel, and I will stay far away from you in the future. I can also give you the Wade Group directly. Can you just let me go?"

She looked at Ainsley pleadingly while Ainsley stood upright and gazed down at her as if she was looking at a dog.

Ainsley snickered. "Stop putting up an act, Irene. You know it's impossible. Don't forget how many lives you're responsible of. Nancy, Iliana, and all your scapegoats. You should go to hell."

Irene laughed hysterically as she slumped to the ground. "I know you will never let me go. I won't let you go even if I die, Ainsley!"

"Oh? Remember to come to me earlier then. I'll wait for you. I don't think Samuel will leave your grandpa behind. But there's only money in his eyes, so I don't think he will pay too much attention to your grandpa. Anyway, it's good as long as your grandpa can live. Don’t you think so?" Ainsley wrapped his clothes tightly.

Irene grabbed the iron railing and yelled angrily, "I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

Ainsley curled her lips into a smile. "Calm down. It's just a few words, yet you're already getting so emotional. Will you be happier if I tell you that I've specifically arranged something for you in the prison?"

"You! What did you arrange?" Irene asked.

"As expected from the daughter of the rich family. You have no idea how far those people in prison can go. Maybe what you've done to others will be retributed on you one after another. Also, you're going to spend the rest of your life alone in prison, looking at yourself grow old day by day, but there's nothing you can do. No one in Seattle will know about you," Ainsley said coldly.

Irene shuddered at her words. "You're so despicable!"

"Are you talking about your past self?" Ainsley squatted down and looked straight at Irene. "Irene, can't you see the people you killed in the middle of the night?"

"Shut up! I don't want to see you!" Irene covered her ears and backed away.

Ainsley didn't intend to let Irene go. She took out several photos from her bag and placed them in front of Irene. "Look at these!"

In one of the photos was a sick face. The pale look revealed the person's death wish.

Irene's eyes widened. Needless to say, she recognized the person in the photo.

It was Iliana who had made a deal with her to die.

"Look at this one. Do you recognize it?” Ainsley took out another photo.

In the photo, a woman was smashed to the ground. Her whole body was drenched in blood, and her head was sunken.

Irene looked over and happened to meet a pair of eyes with an unresolved grievance in the photo.

Her face instantly turned pale. "Take it away! Take it away!"

As she spoke agitatedly, her dry lips cracked and bled. "Ainsley Easton, you're courting death!"

She rushed over and tried to grab Ainsley, howling like a monster.

But Ainsley took a few steps back in response. As a result, Irene's hand hit the railing, and bruises instantly formed.

"I won't let you go! I won't let you go!" Irene yelled.

Ainsley sneered, "Let's wait and see. Goodbye, Irene."

She turned around and left under Irene's resentful gaze.