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    He nced out the window, then said, “Mr. Norris, another car’s following the garbage truck.”

    Kristopher, who had just ended his call, narrowed his eyes. If someone was also following the garbage truck now, it definitely wasn’t anyone from the Morrison family.

    He turned to look. A ck car was riding close behind the garbage truck, way too close forfort.

    That kind of tailing either meant panic… or inexperience.

    “Fall back,” Kristopher said quietly. “Keep our distance. Make sure neither of them sees us.”

    On the garbage truck, Lise flipped open therge bin in front of her. Carriey inside, unconscious, eyes closed,pletely still.

    Lise sneered. “Still can’t beat me, huh?” she muttered. “After all this, you should’ve known better than to fight me for Kristopher. You could’ve just been the Morrison family’s perfect little princess.”

    She nced toward the rear of the truck, eyes narrowing as she caught sight of the ck car following behind them.

    It had shown up not long after they left the hospital.

    That hospital catered to the elite. There were no malls or supermarkets nearby—just a gated vimunity. Besides pregnant womening in for check-ups or residents from the vis, no one had much reason to be around.

    That ck car didn’t fit in. Too in, too out of ce among all the luxury vehicles.

    If it was just a coincidence at first, it definitely wasn’t anymore. Ten kilometers on the same road? No ident.

    Lise looked away, trying not to show concern. She had bet everything on this move. There was no turning back. And she’d prepared for every possible scenario.

    Still, she squinted, wondering who it was following her.

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    Was it someone Alethea sent to keep tabs on her? Or was it a third party she didn’t even know about? If it was someone else… were they also hoping for Carrie’s death? Or were they one of Carrie’s annoying friends? Maybe even someone from the Morrison family? Camille? Or Kristopher? Their ex. The one with that strange case of selective amnesia.

    Lise remembered what Alethea had told her.

    Kristopher’s memory loss only seemed to affect things rted to Carrie. But how much had he truly forgotten? If he had really lost all memories rted to Carrie, did that mean he also forgot Lise’s deception?

    If he had forgotten it all, then why hadn’t he reached out to her?

    And if he hadn’t forgotten it… why had her time in prison improved? Back when Kristopher first had her locked up in jail, he burned every bridge. He made sure no one could help her. Not Billie. Not anyone.

    When Lise had firstnded in prison, even getting a visit from Billie had been a challenge.

    Back then, she had no one visiting her. And without protection, prison life quickly turned brutal. The other inmates constantly harassed her. She was forced to sleep in the filthiest corner of the cell. Her meals were stolen, and on most days, she was left to scavenge whatever scraps were left—if any. When there wasn’t even that, she drank water straight from the tap in the bathroom just to keep herself from fainting. In those miserable days, the person she hated most—besides Carrie—was Kristopher.

    She resented him for showing her the glittering world of wealth and privilege, only to rip it all away.

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