Chapter 147

Liliana hadn't been sleeping well these days. Every time she shut her eyes, all she could see was Marsha stabbing herself, then turning around and blaming Liliana for it. In that twisted story, she was the villain—public enemy number one. But her hands were clean. She hadn't even touched Marsha, let alone drawn a drop of her blood. Wilson had ordered her to stay home and rest, and Trisha had taken care of canceling all her work. Wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, Liliana curled up in the corner of her cream-colored sofa, trying to relax. Just as she started to unwind, her phone buzzed on the coffee table. It was Marsha calling. Seriously? Why was she calling now? To brag that she'd won? Liliana rubbed her temples, sighed, and picked up. Marsha's smug voice came through immediately. "You're still alive, huh?" Of course that's what she was calling about—gloating. Liliana straightened up, suddenly alert, like a wary cat before a fight. "Well yeah, sorry to disappoint you. I'm doing just fine," s