Chapter 369 Psych Ward

Lisa sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the bandage on her wrist. It was all still a blur—the trial, the verdict, the decision to place her in a psychiatric ward. She remembered the moment she purposely hurt herself, just to make the judge believe she was unstable. It worked, but now here she was, stuck in this place, pretending to be crazy. She wasn’t crazy. Not at all. She was just… playing the game. But no one else saw it that way. She sighed, running her fingers over the bandage. At least she wasn’t in jail. Small victories, right? But this? This wasn’t exactly what she wanted either. Being in the psych ward wasn’t any better. It wasn’t freedom. It was still a cage, just padded and with softer walls. Her mind drifted back to the trial, where Claire had glared at her from across the room. That face—oh, how Claire had hated her. The frown, the way Claire’s eyes bore into her, it all made Lisa uncomfortable. Not because she was scared of Claire—no, it was because Lisa knew