Three Years in Prison for His Lover's Crime novel Chapter 2

Instead, angry netizens stormed the hospital room.

The moment they saw me, a crowd of people turned red.

"The murderer is only sentenced to three years, but you still dare to come out and kill your parents' animals with your own hands, how can you face living?"

"Animals are better than her, even their own parents are stabbed, you are still a human?" What mental illness, I think you are a born pervert!"

"The law cannot judge you, and we will not let you go. Do it!"

Then a crowd of people rushed up and kicked and punched me.

The sleeping pills I just injected left me with no resistance.

I was beaten to death.

Splash his head with scarlet paint.

Until alerted the hospital security, Simon was late.

Put on the old distressed face, and tightly protect me in my arms.

"Who sent you here? Get out!"

"Where are the bodyguards? Don't let go of any troublemakers, and arrest them all in the police station!"

But these people, he clearly brought them here on purpose.

Isn't that what he wanted to see?

A tear fell from the corner of his eye.

I gasped in pain as the wound ran across my face.

Simon will food on the table, love dearly red eyes.

"Baby, no one can hurt you as long as I'm here."

I stupidly took out my phone, unlocked it and immediately popped up several news items.

"A pervert who murdered his parents three years ago has been released from prison today."

"Can a wild animal really escape justice?"

My name is trending with the word "psycho murderer."

The abuse in the comments section was disgusting.

Simon frown, can not bear to take the mobile phone.

"Baby, let's not look at the Internet, I will find a way."

"The wedding plan is ready, you just have to wait to be the bride."

"I believe you, you did not mean what happened three years ago, and after a long time, people will forget."

Simon called all the doctors, hit a lot of money let me absolutely can not leave a scar.

During the operation, he left the hospital on the pretext of company business.

He left in a hurry, but he left his computer behind.

I searched the Internet for the personal information of the dancer Anna.

Used her birthday as a password to unlock the screen.

There is only one folder on the desktop.

The note read: "Anna."

"Simon, I have a performance today too! I’ve saved the best seat for you, you have to come! I’ve got a surprise for you."

Simon, out of character, sent a cute cat emoji.

The words were filled with affection.

"Besides offering myself, I won’t accept any other surprises."

I sent Anna’s real medical records to my phone.

I turned off the computer and didn’t continue reading.

I bought a flight ticket to leave the country in a week.

This three-year-long lie was about to end.

When Simon returned to the hospital room, his lips curled instinctively.

The lust in his eyes hadn’t faded.

The scent of roses stabbed my nostrils.

I couldn’t stop myself from gagging by the bedside.

He panicked, quickly patting my back.

"Are you unwell again? Should I call the doctor?"

As soon as he spoke, his phone rang.