NovelEnglishChapter 353 Moved On "All right, now that it's over, let's move on." A hint of mockery twitched at the corner of Freya's lips, but she avoided looking at him.
Moved on? After the accident, she was unable to glimpse her future! Three years ago, the man in front of her ripped up her most prized possessions in violent fashion.
Two months later, Abigail was curled up in a corner of the Leisville Women's Prison, her face and body covered with injuries.
The hair was also trimmed in a part that felt untidy and unclean, as if a dog had gnawed at it.
She was beaten up excessively by a few female jail officers who were unable to get past her snobbish appearance.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAbigail could not stay for a day. She knew that if she let out a loud shout of protest, she would just receive a harsher thrashing in return.
The spot the other inmates had set aside for her was close to the toilet, where she sat bolt upright on her knees on the filthy floor.
A dirty, obese woman approached Abigail, her face painted in disdain.
"Hey! Are you there, Ms. Abigail? I used to watch you on TV. Letcheck to see if your body differs from ours today. What makes a difference? Lettouch it!" Her immediate reaction was fury as she reached up to touch Abigail's face.
While Abigail was employed at the prison factory, she concealed a screwdriver and took it out covertly.
Everyone watched in shock as she aggressively stabbed the obese woman while holding her breath and gripping a screwdriver.
With burning eyes and a gulp for breath, Abigail looked at the obese woman, who was already looking stunned. Then, slowly, the icy stare spread to anyone who dared to approach her and wanted to beat her.
She spit, and the spit contained a bloodshot. When she was previously battered, her mouth was bleeding, and the bite she spit out revealed an extremely vicious appearance.
en BUMS She declared icily, "I am a murderer! It wouldn't be a loss to bring another one down while I'm dying because I won't be able to survive for a few days." There was silence all around. Nearly everyone disregarded the idea that Abigail was a murderer who had committed multiple murders because they thought she was frail.
One by one, the female inmates retreated, taking care not to step near her. Their maximum sentence was twenty years in prison. Abigail wasn't like the others.
When the little cell finally quieted down, Abigail went back from her place next to the toilet to her bed that night. As she lay there on the bed, she was struck by how cold and emotionless Nathaniel's gaze was toward her.
At last, she admitted to herself that she was a horrible murderer.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSlowly, Abigail pulled the quilt over her head. When she was young, she followed the group of orphans whom the traffickers had rounded up and imprisoned.
Children were selected and sent away on a daily basis; when they returned, they were either frozen corpses or never returned at all.
She was accompanied by an extremely attractive girl. Michael bought her together with her. They suffered day and night while imprisoned in Michael's villa's basement.
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Until one day, Michael summoned the two of them at the stime. Michael not was also reckless that day, not asking the outside bodyguards to cin and follow. She didn't expect the girl to be so brave, so she grabbed the fruit knife she had hidden earlier and stabbed Michael.
Michael was confused and sleepy that night. Although he avoided the fatal blow, he was stabbed in the leg.
Abigail recalls that the girl yelled at her and asked her for assistancen They would be able to flee if she killed the dead pervert. Abigail also moved, raising the vase
on one side and smashing it into the girl's head. Till now, she could still! remember the outstanding eyes of E the girl before she passed out. Weren't they good friends?
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