Chapter Ninety

Except for Clarissa's triplets, the entire Cena family had assembled at the morgue, creating an atmosphere of somberness and tense anticipation.

Harriet's eyes remained fixed upon the motionless figure of the young man lying before them, her gaze reflecting a blend of astonishment and residual resentment.

It was unfathomable to her that the person responsible for inflicting immeasurable suffering upon her family had, at last, departed this world.

As the weight of the moment settled upon her, Harriet couldn't help but feel an undeniable satisfaction washing over her.

The sight of him in this state brought forth a bittersweet sense of closure, offering respite from the unrelenting torment they had endured.

Yet, deep within her, she couldn't shake the feeling that death had granted him a mercy he didn't deserve.

She had yearned for him to confront the consequences of his actions, to truly comprehend the pain and suffering he had inflicted upon their lives.

However, she had no choice but