Chapter 1325

After a full day and night of adjustment, Maisy finally recognized the bleak reality of her situation. She had lost all desire to live. But now, even death felt like an impossible luxury. Refusing to eat was pointless; they had her on a nutrient drip. She wouldn't admit to the accusations—doing so would mean imprisonment, leaving her with no one to care for her.

Only Janine, her birth mother, could help. Maisy had asked the police to find Janine, hoping she would secure a lawyer. She could then pin her actions on others, portraying herself as a victim. She had suffered, she reasoned. If she hadn't been switched at birth and raised in the countryside, naïve and cherished, none of this would have happened. She could have been a simple, innocent woman, the type wealthy heirs would fall for.

None of this was her fault; her fate was predetermined before she could choose it. Janine was to blame, and so was Skylar, who had stolen her life. Had she been born Skylar, she would be married to Joe.

Maisy's thoughts spiraled, fueling her resentment. She seethed, thinking of the Williams family. If only they had kept the family together and propelled the company into the global top 500—instead, they went bankrupt. Kenny and Peter were clueless, one more so than the other. Even Samuel's acting paled in comparison to Charles'; Charles had won countless awards and earned vast sums of money.

This bitterness intensified Maisy's suffering, a pain beyond words. Janine had to support her, to get her treated in the best hospital, even abroad. Maisy clung fiercely to this hope until Janine's arrival.

Janine, having heard about Maisy's situation from Steven (though he had downplayed it), could only sigh. The weight of the victims' families pressed heavily upon her. As a mother, she understood the agony of losing a child. The thought was almost unbearable. Maisy had hurt so many people and showed no remorse. The police lacked definitive evidence, but mounting proof of Maisy's crimes emerged daily.

When Janine saw Maisy, battered and helpless, her expression was deeply conflicted. A moment of silence passed before Maisy gestured toward a pen and writing board. Janine, however, didn't move. With a conflicted expression, she spoke slowly, “I know what you’re going to say—you’re denying everything and want me to get you out of here, isn’t that right?”

Maisy, surprised by Janine's perceptiveness, blinked in agreement. Janine nodded. “You’re almost 30, Maisy. Adults take responsibility for their actions. You’ve hurt many people. It’s time to own up, apologize sincerely to the families you’ve hurt, and accept the consequences.”

Maisy's shock rendered her speechless. She could hardly believe what she had just heard.