The moment she hung up, the doctor pushed open the door. Nervous, he walked over and slipped his phone back into his pocket.“Thank you, Doctor,” Vivian whispered.Her face was covered in handprint marks, and there were faint smudges of dried blood on her prison uniform. She looked pitiful, broken, bruised and fragile. Yet her delicate features were unmistakable, the kind of face that would make anyone soften instinctively.…The Garnett ResidenceCharlotte staggered through the door, exhausted, still wearing stilettos and an evening gown. She had just returned from Mr. Max’s party.Her father hurried over. “Well? How did it go? What impression did he have of you?”“He drove me home,” Charlotte said, and the moment she remembered his piggish face, her stomach churned.She rushed into the bathroom and scrubbed her hands over and over. The party had been her first time seeing Mr. Max in person.Overweight, oily-skinned, barely thirty but looking closer to forty. From the second
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