At Constantine Prison.
Through the glass, Rachel faced her father.
Years of fugitive life had turned his hair completely white.
Her father still looked the same as she remembered, his face devoid of any fatherly warmth, coldly staring at her. "So, you've decided to show up now?"
"I don't understand what you're talking about."
"Still playing dumb?" Her father, Benjamin, showed a look of contempt. "Kingsly's scheme to catch us wasn't something you approved of?"
So, her father thought she had deliberately avoided them.
Rachel didn't respond.
Benjamin coldly continued, "Rachel, no matter what, we raised you. How could you conspire with our enemies to go against your parents?"
"So, the Scotts were the ones you targeted? The Franklins were just your scapegoats?"
Benjamin snorted coldly. "Who told you that? Your beloved Kingsly?"
Faced with her father's mocking words, Rachel fell silent again.
