Chapter 123: The Recording is Not Fake

Jenny cried loudly, looking utterly heartbroken and desperate. If this were a movie, she would be the innocent heroine, unjustly wronged and screaming in agony—a performance worthy of a place in film history. But Alison wasn’t going to give her that opportunity. Today, the stage belonged solely to Alison, and no one was going to take it from her. Alison was playing the role of a madwoman, and a madwoman has no reason. As long as she acted convincingly enough, she was no longer just pretending—she was truly insane. Anyone who had hurt them wouldn’t get away easily. Without hesitation, Alison grabbed a steak knife and rushed toward Mrs. Black. The high-society woman, never having encountered such a scene, was too stunned to react. Alison pressed Mrs. Black onto the messy dining table, the knife aimed directly at her throat. Mrs. Black was paralyzed with fear, her body trembling, her lips quivering, but no words came out—as if she had lost the ability to speak. Alison glared coldly