The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 155

“Is it because life makes me more aware of the importance of money?” she thought.

Observing Rosalie’s expression, Lillian suddenly embraced her and confessed, “I’ve always regretted not being able

to assist all these years. I knew you were unjustly accused, but I couldn’t help you gather the evidence needed to

overturn your

you case.”

She stressed each word, as they had been buried in her heart for a long time.

“Even when you were in prison, I could only offer empty words of comfort during our visits. I despise this feeling.

Now, I’ve finally got a lead, and as long as it can aid in overturning your case, don’t dwell on anything else. You

don’t need to feel like you owe me anything in return.”

Lillian’s self-reproachful tone resonated in Rosalie’s ears.

“Lillian, if you hadn’t visited me in prison and hadn’t persisted in my case for all those years, I might not have made

it through at all. So, don’t belittle the words of comfort you offered. Those words gave me the strength to keep

going. Rosalie expressed while embracing her friend.

The eyes of the two women were red at this moment.

After a while, they finally calmed down. Lillian said, “I’ll ask the private detective to continue collecting information

and see if he can find useful information. Don’t alert the enemy first. Otherwise, even if I run to question him about

why he gave false confessions now, he will definitely not admit it.”

Rosalie nodded and agreed with her friend.

Moreover, she had been in jail for three years. She could afford to wait.

After Rosalie put away the information Lillian gave her, Lillian said, “I’ll drive today. I’ll take you home.”

Rosalie was hesitant.

“Do you still live in Jonathan’s house?” Lillian asked.

“Yes.” She slightly pursed her lips and felt that there was still some faint pain in the part of her lips where Jonathan

had bitten her.

“How long will you stay with him?” Lillian asked.

“I don’t know,” Rosalie replied, feigning nonchalance as she shrugged. ‘But living like this isn’t so bad. At least I

have good food and a place to stay.”

Lillian knew that she couldn’t intervene in this matter, so she said, “Remember to tell me if you need anything else.”

Rosalie answered again, “Okay.”

While chatting, they walked toward the parking lot.

When they got out of the elevator, Lillian said to Rosalie, “Wait for me here. I’ll get the car.” Her car was parked

beside the elevator.

“Okay, Rosalie answered.

Lillian walked toward the car not far from the elevator and was about to take out the key. At this moment, a car

came over and stopped in front of Lillian.

Because the car happened to stop between Rosalie and Lillian, Rosalie naturally couldn’t see Lillian.

But a few seconds later, she heard a shout from her friend and the sound of closing the door. Then, the black car

parked in between them drove past her.

Rosalie looked hurriedly at the place where her friend had stood, and there was no sight of Lillian.

“Could it be that Lillian was taken away by the man in the car?” Rosalie thought.

Rosalie was taken aback and instinctively attempted to pursue the speeding car, but she couldn’t catch up with it!

She could only recall the first three digits and the last digit of the license plate number.

Rosalie was overwhelmed by a chilling sensation. She pondered, “What’s going on? Who’s in that car? Why did they

take Lillian? Is this… a kidnapping? Or…” She instinctively reached for her phone, considering making a call.

However, she hesitated, fearing that doing so in the current circumstances might exacerbate the situation.

Her hands started to tremble, and the trembling intensified to the point where she couldn’t even grip the phone,

It was almost difficult for her to press the number 911 and call the police.

At last, after contacting the police, Rosalie rushed to the parking lot’s management office. Surveillance cameras

were installed in the parking lot, and the incident where the car had taken Lillian away would likely have been

captured on the

cameras.

“Lillian… Please, nothing must happen to her! Please, no!” Rosalie pleaded desperately.

At this moment, Rosalie only had this idea in her mind!

When Jonathan answered Rosalie’s call, all he heard was her sobbing on the other end.

The voice of her sobs immediately stirred his heart. ‘What happened? Can you talk?”

“Jon, can you help me find Lillian? I beg you. Please help me find Lillian… Rosalie choked. She didn’t know who to

look for besides calling the police.

Her fingers dialed his number almost instinctively. It was the phone number she had acquired for him.

Jonathan frowned. “Did something happen to Lillian?”

“She’s been taken away. I don’t know where they’ve taken her… The police are here, and the parking lot

surveillance camera is down. Jon, please help me find Lillian…” She spoke in fits and starts.

He could almost picture the turmoil she must be experiencing right now. Typically, when she contacted him, she

would refer to him as “Mr. Youngblood,” but using “Jon” suggested she was in a state of distress.

“Where are you now?” he asked.

“I-I’m at the police station…” she choked. She was told to leave after she filed a report and took a statement.

“But… I haven’t found Lillian at all! If I leave the police station like this, how can I find Lillian?” she asked inwardly.

“Which police station?” he asked again.

When she reported the specific address of the police station, he said, “You go inside and wait for me. I’ll be right

here.”

When Jonathan arrived at the police station’s entrance, he spotted her standing on the steps, clutching her phone

tightly with both hands. Tear streaks were visible on her delicate face, her eyes red, and her complexion drained of

color.

Although it was almost May, the weather at night was still cold.

He hurried to her and took her hand. Sure enough, her hands were cold now.

Her fingers gripped the phone tightly, and the veins on the back of her hand stood out, pulsing visibly.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay inside the police station? Why are you still standing out here?” His tone carried a hint of

displeasure, reflecting his concern that she might fall ill from standing outside in such weather at night.