Three Years in Prison for His Lover's Crime novel Chapter 4

She revealed her true colors.

Swinging her phone with the trending news, she smiled arrogantly, as if savoring her victory.

"The murderer is only sentenced to three years, it is really beyond my expectation, in order to reduce the sentence, you have worked hard?"

"Unfortunately, even if you come out, I have plenty of ways to kill you, as long as I get sick again, you enter the palace again, you will not be able to raise your head in this life."

I looked at her with cold eyes, my voice cold.

"It's not for a murderer to tell me that."

Sensing my attitude, the angle of her lips is more curved.

"So you know all about it? So what? As long as I say a word, Simon will still believe me, and your words will never be listened to."

"To tell you the truth, he was there when your parents died, watching me stab them in the heart, watching them breathe, but he didn't say anything, just hugged me and said he would handle it."

"In fact, that day, I was not sick at all, I just want you to die! When you were sent to prison, he was in your bed with me, Sally, what are you gonna fight me with? You couldn't beat me three years ago, and you can't beat me this time!"

Before I could say anything, she casually grabbed a vase from the table and smashed it hard against her own leg.

The bone snapped instantly, and her miserable scream attracted the silent security guards.

When Simon arrived, without saying a word, he slapped me across the face.

“Sally, what are you doing?”

“Anna was being kind to you, and you’re acting crazy?”

Anna was held in his arms, crying like a flower after the rain.

“I only invited her to the performance, but she suddenly went mad, saying why I could stand on stage while she had to endure the slander...”

“I must have said something to upset sister, I apologize, I’m really sorry...”

Anna raised her hand and slapped her own face several times.

Simon couldn’t stand it anymore and held her tighter.

“It’s not your fault, it’s her illness acting up. I’ll take you to the hospital right now, and have a substitute go on stage.”

The torrential rain poured down.

Soaking my whole body.

After gathering enough strength, I printed out Anna’s medical records and sent them to him.

With my ID, I took a taxi and left the scene.

Ten hours later.

At the hospital, Anna was out of danger after surgery.

It was only then that Simon remembered me, abandoned in the lion's den.

He picked up his phone and sent a message to his assistant.

“Is the performance over? Go pick up Sally and buy her some gifts. I was impulsive earlier, and she’s probably throwing a tantrum now.”

Two minutes later, the assistant rushed in, panting.