Chapter 17

It wasn't until Julia saw the name "Catherine Wood" in the interrogation notes that she finally remembered who the attacker was. She hadn't expected Catherine to have changed so much in just three years. In the prison visiting room, Julia sat across from Catherine. One look at Catherine's face, and she could tell life hadn't been kind to her these past few years. The once-beautiful features were now shadowed by exhaustion and resentment. Her skin had turned rough and sallow, but what truly stunned Julia was the jagged scar that stretched across nearly her entire face. Julia's unflinching gaze pierced straight through to Catherine's most vulnerable core. Catherine's face contorted, making the scar that stretched across it appear even more grotesque and hideous. She suddenly shot to her feet and slammed her handcuffed hands against the table. "You're here to laugh at me, right? Julia, don't think that putting on this act will make me forget how much I hate you. If I ever walk out of