Chapter 15 - Susan’s Desperate Plea Fails Completely
Moments later, Susan was brought into the adjacent visiting booth wearing matching gray inmate scrubs without her designer makeup.
She pressed her face against the glass partition, spotting me standing near the exit door with Arthur Vance.
“Chloe! Sweetheart! Please listen to me! Your father forced me to go along with his schemes! I was just a victim too!” Susan wailed.
“You sat across from me drinking scotch and laughed while telling me to buy cheap burgers with fifty bucks, Susan,” I reminded her softly.
“We’ll give you the house! We’ll sign over every remaining asset! Just let us out of here!” she begged, clawing at the glass.
“You don't own the house anymore; Vanguard Corp purchased the deed at yesterday’s foreclosure auction,” I informed her smoothly.
Susan let out a piercing shriek of absolute despair, collapsing against the metal chair as federal guards stepped forward to remove her.
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I turned my back on them without a single ounce of pity, walking out into the bright afternoon sunlight.
Some debts can never be repaid with apologies, and some monsters deserve every single brick of the prison they built.
