Starting with A Divorce by Gloria Warren

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.
While Irene was still in a daze with her arms around her legs, the policewoman came over with an incense and lit it. The smoke
lingered, and it smelled like a dream.
She placed the incense in an inconspicuous corner and walked out the door.

Then, she nodded at the woman standing outside the door and said, "With a strong chain of evidence, she won't have a chance
to turn the tables."
Ainsley gratefully said, "It's for Nancy, Iliana, Dana, and those she harmed."
The policewoman smiled faintly. "Isn't it for you?"
Momentarily stunned, Ainsley seemed to see her past self. She chuckled and said, "It's for myself, too."
She turned around and left. The falling snow on the tree hadn't melted yet. She wrapped her coat tightly around her body and
hopped into the warm car.
Matteo handed her a cup of hot water. "Was it done?"
Ainsley nodded. "It would be even better if it's true."
The detention room was dark. The policewoman closed the door and only lit a yellow light in the room. The room was so dimmed
that it was hard to see things several feet away clearly.
Irene rubbed her eyes. She wanted to sleep, but she couldn't fall asleep at all. There was no way sleepiness could relieve her
fear of prison life.
She sat up and touched the cold wall. Her heart was still in a mess, and she prayed there would be a miracle.
Just as she was deep in her thoughts, a gust of cold wind brushed across her. She turned around abruptly and seemed to see a
figure standing outside the iron bars.
Shivering at the sight, she asked, "Who's there?"
No one replied to her. However, the figure did not disappear and even approached her, making her step back in fear. "Who's
there? Who are you?"
Under the dim light, she seemed to see Iliana, who should have died in PineMist Island Resort Hotel. Iliana coughed morbidly
and violently.
"You! Get out of here!" Irene's face turned pale.

Ainsley's words still echoed in her ears at that moment. I saw it now. I saw it!
"I didn't hurt you. You were the one who wanted to end your own life. I already gave you the money. Your mother is still receiving
treatment in the hospital. Don't hurt me. You did it of your own accord!" she kept mumbling.
As she fell to the ground, someone else fell before her. The woman was lying on the ground, covered in blood. T-That face! It's
Nancy!
"Ahh! Help!" She frantically got up from the ground and shook the iron bars hard.
Strangely, all the staff on duty were gone, and Irene was the only one left in the spacious detention room.
In the darkness, she seemed to see the woman slowly approaching her.
She hid in a corner in fear and shed tears helplessly. Is this a nightmare or an illusion?
Outside the detention room, the policewoman sat on the steps and listened to the shouting inside.
She had professional ethics but did not want to apply them to the person inside.
Under all kinds of evidence and witnesses' accusations, Irene had already revealed her true colors.
That was why she allowed Ainsley to visit Irene and lit the incense that could make people hallucinate.
As the best psychologist in Seattle, Ainsley had given Irene mental guidance and showed her photos to strengthen her memories
before lighting the incense.
Irene was still hoping to catch a glimpse of hope in despair, but she did not expect Ainsley to give her a heavy blow.
The police station was pitch dark. The unmelted snowflakes were hung on the trees while the moon was hung in the night sky