However, Frances doesn't come as I expect.
Instead, I meet the lawyer Steven has hired for me.
"Ms. Noyes, I'm your lawyer. You have to tell me the truth. Only when you tell me the truth can I do my
best to get your sentence reduced."
The truth?
I smile bitterly and silently.
At this point, does the truth still matter? Telling the truth won't do me any good.
I don't know how long I'll be in this cage. I don't even know what is going on outside.
The feeling of not knowing makes me panic, and I don't dare to act rashly.
"What is the truth? I did shoot Frances. This is an indisputable fact." I look up at the lawyer. At this
moment, I'm despondent.
"How many years will I get for attempted murder? Life imprisonment? Right, there's Whitney Jordan's
case. With two cases added together, I might die in prison."
Frances’ words keep echoing in my ears, and every word is cutting my heart.
He wants me to die in jail.
Well, I'll just die here.
I'm so sad that I start to laugh out loud.
The lawyer frowns and says, "There is a blurred boundary between attempted murder and intentional
assault. As long as Frances and his people are willing to give you a way out, I can help you get out of
prison in three years."
Frances now hates my guts. He can't wait for me to die. Can I still count on him to have mercy on me?
I'm not that naïve. I don't even dare to think about it in a daydream.
The only thing in my mind is: if I go to the courthouse, will I be able to see him?
Never have I been looking forward to that day so much.
I lie in bed every day, counting the days left before the court day.
I sit in the dock, while Frances sits coldly at the plaintiff table. He doesn't give me even one look.
The person I love the most is sitting right across, but in his eyes, I don't seem to exist at all. To me, this
is some torture more miserable than death.
I stare at Frances while listening to him narrating the event in detail. I can't turn my eyes away from
him.
No matter what happens, I'm always obsessed with this man.
If it weren't for Earl, how could I possibly have shot him?
Right now, he thinks that I was staying by his side for revenge at the time. He must hate me a lot, right?
His cold expression is hurting me.
I bit my lip, but I saw Hilda's smiling face.
When Frances turns to look at her, his gaze is extremely gentle.
Is that love in his eyes?
But Frances is mine, isn't he? Before this happened, we swore that we would never leave each other.
Frances and I were good back then, but because of Hilda, we end up standing where we are.
No, I won't accept this!
Therefore, when the lawyer questions me, I change my statements.
I don't care about anything else now.
I want to tell the truth. I want to return to Frances’ side!
"I didn't mean to kill Frances. It was Hilda who forced me to do that. She told me that she had planted a
miniature bomb in my son's head, and that if I didn't shoot Frances, she would detonate the bomb. I
fired the gun because I had no choice."
When I'm talking, I stare at Frances without even blinking.
However, he looks so calm, and even a little cold.
As if I'm talking about something insignificant.
Doesn't he believe me?
Or he just doesn't care at all.
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