Chapter 265 Turning Point

The room I used to be in had a heater, which someone had unceremoniously turned off. The person who used to bring meals on time had not shown up in days. Now, in the depths of winter, even in the south, Lake City's sub-zero temperatures were brutal. I had always been cold-blooded, especially in the winter—my hands and feet would turn to ice all the time. I could handle the chill with the heater, but now, without it, it was a whole different level of misery. They had cut me off from food and water, and at first, I could handle it. However, by the second day, I was dizzy, my limbs were numb, and my heart was racing from the hunger and thirst. I knew they were trying to break me to make me confess. If I caved, I would be sealing my fate as a murderer in court, especially without any evidence to back me up. I held on. By day three, my throat was like a desert. Back in the interrogation room, everything felt hazy. Renata, the same cop who had grilled me before, was there, eyeing me