Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You’re A Zillionaire Heiress

Chapter 688: That day, Miss Morgans men dragged me to an isolated area near the mountain base, where she began her assault.

Her first kick hit my stomach, and she yelled that my suffering was because of my friendship with Harlee, someone she despised.

When my left arm broke under her pressure, she mocked me, saying I deserved it for daring to exist in her world.

She declared herself the esteemed Morgan family member and labeled me a worthless individual, fit only to amuse others.

She said dying by her hand was the highest honor Id ever achieve.

Later, as my right arm shattered, she threatened that no matter how likable I seemed, her wealth could silence any criticism.

She added that if I refused to submit, shed twist my death into a scandalous story, claiming I was a homewrecker beaten to death by an angry wife.

The courtroom fell into a heavy silence.

The grainy video had only shown a vague image of Lindsay kicking someone, but Tiffanys clear and unwavering tone painted a brutal picture that struck everyone in the room.

Lindsays cruel words and Tiffanys matter-of-fact recounting of her injuries left them in stunned disbelief.

As Tiffany spoke, tears suddenly streamed down her cheeks.

She called me garbage, a mere plaything for others entertainment, claiming I should be grateful for the privileges she could grant.

She demanded I betray Harlee, or shed yank out my hair strand by strand and carve my scalp with sharp stones… Recalling the scene, Tiffanys voice faltered as her body began to tremble, the memory overtaking her.

Tiffany had been resolute for so long, but the nights since had been tormenting.

Lindsays venomous words echoed in her mind, and even sleep was plagued by nightmares of sharp stones slicing into her skin, courtesy of Lindsay.

Since the incident, Tiffany hadnt had a good nights sleep.

She hadnt cried much since that day, for her tears had long dried up.

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If she couldnt repay the torment she suffered a thousandfold, shed at least bring Lindsay down with her.

Harlee gripped Tiffanys hand tightly, her face a mix of sorrow and fury.

Clint, standing nearby, suddenly dropped something to the floor.

Though the sound was faint, it rang out in the stillness, pulling everyones attention.

The audience shifted their gaze between Tiffany, her face streaked with tears, and Lindsay, whose calm, even smug demeanor remained unshaken.

Their lips moved faintly, but no sound came.

No words could capture the mix of dread and outrage hanging in the air.

Even the streams comment section had gone silent.

It was Clint who finally broke through the suffocating stillness.

Clutching his chest, his face reflected both deep sorrow and empathy for Tiffany.

His hands quivered as he turned his piercing glare toward Lindsay, his fury palpable.

Lindsay Morgan! His voice cracked with an intensity that shook him.

Trembling, he continued, Even if justice spares you, I wont.

Youll answer for what youve… Before Clint could say more, Tiffany stepped forward, gently letting go of Harlees hand.

She clasped Clints shaking hands in her own and murmured, Its over.

The past is behind me now.

Clints usual shyness vanished in that moment.

His gaze, full of tenderness, dropped to Tiffanys face.

Are you still hurting? he asked softly.

Tiffany smiled faintly and shook her head.

Not anymore.

Youve been here for me, and thats eased it all.

Tiffany… Clint reached out, tousling her hair before pulling her into an embrace.

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