Chapter 93

Delia stared coldly at her, lips twitching with a smirk. Some mistakes, you only make once. The next time? It's do or die-literally. After yelling her lungs out and realizing she wasn't getting smacked, Isabelle finally slowed her breathing and peeled her eyes open. And there Delia was, towering over her, that half-smile playing on her lips, eyes full of mockery. Grinding her teeth, Isabelle hissed, "Delia, what more do you want from me? I'm already like this-what else do you want?" Delia let out a low chuckle. "Like what? You think this is bad?" "Isabelle!" she snapped, dragging over a chair and sitting down like she owned the place. "This psych ward-you were hoping it'd be where I end up forever, weren't you?" Isabelle's heart skipped a beat. How could she know? Delia's gaze swept over Isabelle's bandaged face, locking on her wide-eyed panic. "What? You thought I was clueless? Just because I don't fight back doesn't mean I'm dumb. I've just been turning a blind eye to the filth. Does