Alessandra rose from the bed and stumbled towards the iron door. “Why are you here…”
Peering through the bars, Hannah surveyed Alessandra’s disheveled state and shook her head in disbelief. “Why this fear?”
“I won’t last much longer… Once they decide on my transfer, someone will surely arrange for my demise in the prison.”
Hannah’s lips slightly curved, her tone nonchalant. “Even if death is what you seek, I won’t permit it.”
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Alessandra halted, her voice tense. “Miss Moore, what are you implying? Aren’t you…”
“I want you to expose Amelie, not meet your demise.”
Alessandra gripped the iron door’s side, her complexion drained. “I… shouldn’t owe you for this.”
“I’m not your savior, don’t presume. I aim to deepen Winston’s loyalty,” Hannah coolly declared.
Aware of Hannah’s tough exterior and kind heart, Alessandra’s eyes welled up, but she shook her head. “You can’t rescue me; the Juarez family won’t allow it.”
Hannah’s expression remained composed. “That’s not your concern.”
As she finished, a person arrived with keys.
“Cell number five, you’ve been bailed out; follow me.”
The young policewoman, holding paperwork, entered. Her demeanor toward Hannah had improved, nodding and smiling before opening the door.
After releasing Alessandra, the officer informed her, “That lady has posted a million for your bail. Please come with me to complete the necessary paperwork.”
Alessandra gazed incredulously at Hannah, her desire to speak halted.
Hannah motioned, “Let’s continue our conversation outside.”
Following the necessary formalities and signatures, Alessandra’s handcuffs were removed, and she was escorted out by Hannah.
Seated in the car, Alessandra murmured in disbelief, “How is this even possible… The Juarez family is adamant about not letting this go, even Amelie faced consequences… How could they possibly release me, the alleged instigator?”
Keith, from the front seat, scoffed sarcastically, “While you’re no saint, if we’re talking about instigation, it’s certainly not you!”
Hannah sat on the opposite side of the car, gazing out the window, removed from the ongoing conversation.
“But… the Juarez family won’t let this slide.” Alessandra twisted her fingers, her nerves evident.
“You should thank Hannah for her forgiveness. She gave the son of the Juarez family a call, and asked he to let you off the hook.”
“What?” Alessandra turned abruptly towards Hannah, who remained focused on the scenery outside. “Miss Moore, I…”
Hannah cut her off. “No need to thank me. I didn’t do this for you.”