The next morning, Deanna was having breakfast with Lance and their two children when she received another call from the prison.
"Miss Jones, Leticia attempted suicide last night in prison."
"Suicide?"
Deanna was shocked and quickly asked, "Is she dead?"
"Fortunately, our guards found her in time and saved her, but she insists on seeing you. If she doesn't see you, it seems she won't give up," the guard said indifferently.
Relieved to hear that Leticia was alive, Deanna was speechless but eventually agreed.
"Alright, I agree to meet her. Where should I go?"
"Just go directly to Civil Hospital," the guard instructed, giving Leticia's location.
After acknowledging, Deanna hung up the phone with a troubled expression.
Lance and Old Ashley, who had overheard the conversation, looked concerned and asked, "What happened? Who tried to commit suicide?"
"Leticia tried to in prison, but she was saved in time. However, she demands to see me, threatening to continue trying if I don't," Deanna explained, almost laughing out of frustration at Leticia's dramatic tactics.
Lance's expression darkened as he held her hand and said sternly, "Let her do it if she wants to die. Don't bother about her."
"Let's just go and see her. After all, it's a life at stake."
Despite hating Leticia, Deanna couldn't bear the thought of watching someone die.
Perhaps it was because of a doctor's compassion...
Seeing her decision, Lance guessed her thoughts and didn't stop her. "I'll come with you. I'm free this morning anyway."
"Okay," Deanna agreed, knowing Lance was worried about her.
Old Ashley watched them make their decision and cautioned uneasily, "Be careful."
"I know," Deanna nodded and smiled in response.
Later, after dropping their kids at school, they headed to Civil Hospital.
Following the ward number given by the guard, they quickly found the floor where Leticia was.
Upon arrival, they noticed someone guarding the door to the room.
Although surprised, Deanna understood since Leticia was still a convict under custody.
After identifying herself, she entered the room with Lance.
Inside, they saw Leticia sitting on the hospital bed, her face pale.
Leticia's emotions surged upon seeing them.
"Deanna!" she stared at Deanna, teeth clenched.
If not for one hand cuffed to the bed, she might have charged at Deanna.
Deanna looked at her coldly and said indifferently, "I heard you insisted on seeing me, even threatening your own life. What do you want?"
Hearing this, Leticia calmed down a bit.
Her gaze lingered on Deanna and then swept over to Lance standing protectively beside her, jealousy and resentment flashing in her eyes.
Deanna and Lance noticed the unkind gaze.
"If you don't speak now, we're leaving," Deanna said impatiently, making a move to leave.
Seeing this, Leticia hurriedly stopped them. "Don't go!"
Turning back, Deanna looked at her impassively.
Though silent, her expression clearly urged Leticia to speak.
Biting her lip, Leticia finally spoke, "I don't want to be in prison anymore. What do I need to do for you to let me go?"
"Miss Walsh, I've already let you off once before. You should know that some things can't be repeated. Everyone must be responsible for their actions," Deanna said firmly without a hint of sympathy.
After speaking, she took Lance's hand and prepared to leave again.
Watching their retreating figures, Leticia became desperate and shouted, "Deanna, are you really going to be so ruthless? Aren't you afraid I might actually die?"
"If you want to die, go ahead; it has nothing to do with me. After all, I don't owe you anything!"
Deanna didn't look back as she dropped these words and left the hospital with Lance.
Not long after they left, Mrs. Walsh hurried into the room.
She had rushed over upon hearing about her daughter's suicide attempt the night before.
"Leticia, are you alright?"
She rushed to Leticia's side, anxiously examining her.
Seeing her daughter's pale face and bandaged wrists, she felt both heartache and anger. "Why would you try to kill yourself? Do you know how worried I was when I got the call?"
Facing her mother's tearful complaints, Leticia remained unnaturally calm.
Looking at her mother and then at the unopened door, her heart sank.
"Why did you come alone? Where's dad? Where's grandpa?"
Hearing this, Mrs. Walsh's crying ceased abruptly, her expression stiffening unnaturally.
"Your grandfather hasn't been feeling well since he got back; I asked him to rest at home. As for your father, he's dealing with a major issue in his project and couldn't come."