CHAPTER 812: CHAPTER 812: JUST ONE NEEDLE

According to Simon Hale’s previous arrangement, the impostor Mrs. Vance had already been sent to the prison’s most secluded cell, without any lighting or monitoring equipment.

When Simon Hale pushed the door open and entered, by the faint light coming through the single high window, he vaguely saw "Mrs. Vance" tightly bound hand and foot to the bed, with a large towel stuffed in her mouth.

After sitting down beside her, Simon Hale reached into his pocket for the set of silver needles previously used for treatment, introducing himself with mock seriousness.

"You’re Mrs. Vance, right? I’m Simon Hale, Rhonda Hale’s father. I’m the one who had you tied up and brought back to prison!"

Maybe because she finally saw the mastermind, "Mrs. Vance" was very agitated, struggling violently and making muffled sounds from her mouth.

But Simon Hale didn’t help her relieve her bindings, and continued speaking:

"You’re probably very curious why I took the risk to come see you, right? Initially, I planned to have you replace my Rhonda and simultaneously create a façade of suicide out of guilt. But on second thought, I felt it was insulting to my Rhonda and wouldn’t help clear my name."

Simon Hale pulled out the longest needle from the set, which reflected a sinister cold glint in the light from the high window.

Lying on the bed, "Mrs. Vance" shook her head frantically, making panicked muffled sounds.

"So I thought it over and decided to come personally, letting you die of sudden cardiac arrest. This way, I could blame July Quinn for angering Rhonda to death and temporarily leave prison under the grounds of my daughter’s loss to find the best lawyer to acquit myself."

After explaining all this, Simon Hale started approaching "Mrs. Vance" with the silver needle.

"In fact, after bullying Rhonda for so long, being able to die glamorously under Rhonda’s name is a bargain for you."

Realizing what Simon Hale intended to do, "Mrs. Vance" struggled more violently.

The intensity almost broke the chains binding her to the bed.

Fearing her escape and the sound alerting the guards, Simon Hale hurriedly suppressed her.

After restraining her, Simon Hale laughed chillingly: "Don’t worry, it only takes one needle. I’ve studied this for years; my technique is excellent."

Saying this, he pierced the long silver needle into a specific point on "Mrs. Vance’s" body.

"Mrs. Vance" initially resisted fiercely, but gradually seemed to lose strength, her struggle slowly ceased, and ultimately she lay still.

"Feeling uncomfortable now, right? Like you can’t breathe, right? Don’t worry, this will last for about half an hour, and then it’ll be over for you."

Simon Hale started packing up his set of silver needles, preparing to leave.

Seeing "Mrs. Vance" raise her chained hands several times as if to speak, Simon Hale consoled her:

"There’s no need for pointless struggle, even if the guards found you and took you to the hospital right now, it would be useless. While the Monroe Family might surpass me in medical expertise, in the art of murder by needle, I am far superior."

"Goodbye, Mrs. Vance, go peacefully; someone will come for your body in the morning." Simon Hale finished packing the needles, stepping towards the door.

At this moment, a cold, sharp female voice rang out: "Amateur, are you sure the person lying in the bed is really Mrs. Vance?"