Chapter 953

The prison guards, aware of Daniel's identity, made an exception and brought him directly to Evelyn. Through the thick protective glass, he saw Evelyn for the first time in a long while. The once-elegant and dignified socialite now looked unrecognizably plain, as though she had transformed into an ordinary peasant woman. Her glossy black curls were gone, replaced by a simple ear-length haircut. Her flawless makeup had been washed away, revealing a bare, honest face. Her skin was no longer as spotless and smooth as before. The designer outfits that once adorned her had been replaced by coarse orange prison uniforms. The fabric looked rough. Her feet, once in designer heels, were now clad in worn flats, their soles caked with mud. Even her once delicate hands had become calloused, with tiny scars left by manual labor. Her once proud, aloof gaze was now replaced with one filled with fear and uncertainty. As soon as Evelyn saw Daniel, her lips curved into a faint smile. She hurried