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    But Lise wasn’t taking chances. She only had one shot, and she wasn’t about to screw it up.

    She waited about a minute, then softly called out, “Carrie? Carrie?”

    No response.

    She raised her voice. “Carrie?!”

    Still nothing.

    Only then did she let herself breathe. Her hand shook as she opened her stall door and stepped out. She walked the few short steps to Carrie’s stall, every nerve on edge.

    This was it. The moment she’d been waiting for. All those days of suffering behind bars were for this.

    She actually had no idea what awaited her after today. Alethea had promised to send her abroad once this was done.

    But Lise wasn’t stupid. She knew she’d be useless to Alethea after today.

    And someone like Alethea—a fraud with a lot to lose—wasn’t going to stick her neck out for a disposable pawn.

    Still, if she could drag Carrie down with her—even if it cost her everything—it would all be worth it.

    Lise reached out and tried to open Carrie’s stall door—but it was locked from the inside. She jiggled the handle a few times, but it wouldn’t budge.

    No matter. These stalls were flimsy, and the locks barely worked. She stepped back, lifted her foot, and kicked hard. The door burst open with barely any resistance.

    Carrie was slumped on the floor, eyes closed,pletely out cold. One hand was cradling her belly, the other bracing against the wall. It was obvious that the moment she fainted, she’d tried to protect the baby, easing herself down instead of copsing.

    That exined why there hadn’t been a sound.

    Lise sneered. All that effort—pointless.

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    Carrie was about to die. Whether she fell gently or not wouldn’t change a thing.

    She stared at Carrie’s peaceful face, hatred burning in her eyes. Her own hand instinctively went to her cheek—rough, aged, worn down by time and prison.

    Meanwhile, Carrie still looked wless. Even pregnant, her skin glowed, her beauty untouched.

    It made Lise sick. But she didn’t linger. No time to waste. She stepped into the stall, grabbed Carrie under the arms, and dragged her out toward the door.

    She knocked twice. The nurse waiting outside opened it, and two men rushed in, hauling arge trash bin.

    They didn’t speak. Just exchanged looks with Lise, then moved fast—tying Carrie’s wrists and ankles before lifting her into the bin like it was just another piece of waste.

    They wheeled it to a side door, where a medical waste vehicle was parked and waiting.

    Lise couldn’t help but admire Alethea’s efficiency. Every step, perfectly timed. But she didn’t let her guard down. She climbed into the back of the truck beside the bin and crouched low, heart racing.

    The doors shut behind them. The vehicle pulled away from the hospital. Lise watched through the narrow back window as the hospital faded into the distance. Excitement swelled in her chest.

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