The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 29

As soon as Lucy walked out of City Hall, she had Jane drive her to the prison.

Harland's sentence for attempted murder had already been finalized: life imprisonment, stripped of parole eligibility. This was more torturous for him than the death penalty because he refused to give up, filing appeals over and over, unwilling to accept the result.

But his path to appeal had long been blocked. After Kingsley put the word out, no lawyer dared to take his case or defend him.

When the guard informed Harland that Lucy was there to visit, light suddenly flared in his eyes, as if he had grabbed onto a final life preserver.

In the visitation room, Lucy faced her father alone. He was gaunt now, his hair gone mostly white. A strange calm settled over her—not a single ripple of emotion stirred within.

Since her mother passed away and Irma and Aria entered the Lynwood family, the cracks between her and Harland had only widened.

Her heart had gone from disappointment to numbness, to a final, flat calm.

As soon as she sat down, Harland pressed his hands eagerly against the glass, his voice trembling.

"Lucy, you finally came to see me! I was framed. You have to find a way to get me out. I don't want to stay in this hellhole for another day!"

Lucy looked up, meeting his gaze calmly, her tone devoid of fluctuation.

"The evidence is irrefutable. How can I save you?"

She paused, then added faintly, "If you knew this would happen, why did you act as you did?"

"Lucy, I know I was wrong! Give me another chance, I'll definitely change!"

Harland's eyes turned pleading, like a helpless child.

"Only you can save me now. Hire the best lawyer for me. I really don't want to be in prison..."

Lucy's gaze locked onto him, her tone turning colder. "I don't have that ability, nor the spare money. Don't you have a most filial eldest daughter? Why doesn't she save you?"

"Should I say thank you?" Lucy laughed coldly and slapped the divorce decree against the glass.

"Kingsley and I are divorced. Do you think he will still help you?"

She watched the color drain from Harland's face and spoke word by word.

"You ended up in this state today entirely because he planned it. Harland, aren't you being too naive?"

"No... impossible! There must be a way."

Harland stared at the divorce decree, his fingers trembling. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he grasped at another hope.

"Lucy, you can't abandon me! Don't you have a friend named Jane? She's from the Shaw family. Ask her to help me. Even if it's just reducing the sentence to a fixed term...just give me some hope!"

Looking at the light in his eyes—both naive and greedy—Lucy felt a wave of nausea. Her tone turned completely cold.