Chapter 9 - Confronting Bianca Hale In County Holding Cell Today
Seeking answers regarding Bianca's role in the conspiracy, I visited the Fulton County detention facility alone. The sterile visiting room smelled of antiseptic cleaner and damp concrete, separated by a thick glass partition.
Bianca walked in wearing an orange jumpsuit, her hair unstyled and her arrogant socialite facade completely gone. She sat down slowly on the metal stool, picking up the heavy gray telephone receiver with trembling hands.
"Are you here to gloat, Evelyn?" Bianca asked bitterly, her voice flat and devoid of its usual malice. "I am here for the truth, Bianca," I replied calmly through the intercom speaker. "Why did you agree to raise my daughter under a false identity?"
Bianca let out a harsh, humorless laugh that echoed off the cinderblock walls of the visiting booth. "Adrian promised me financial security, a luxury penthouse, and a share of the Sterling Global profits," Bianca confessed.
"He told me you were unstable, that you didn't love the child, and that I was doing everyone a favor," she added. "Did you ever love her, Bianca, or was she just a pawn in his game from day one?" I demanded.
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Bianca looked down at her lap, a flicker of genuine remorse crossing her tired features for the first time. "I raised her the best I could, Evelyn... I really did," Bianca whispered softly. "She was the only innocent thing in a world built entirely on lies."
I placed my hand against the glass partition, looking at the woman who had raised my stolen child. "You will testify against Adrian in federal court, Bianca, if you want any chance of a reduced sentence," I stated firmly.
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