After Francesca Jones left, Delia Field rushed over to check York Charlie’s injuries, he had slid to sit on the ground, covering his stomach and hanging his head down, covered in bruises, and had suffered a lot.


    York Charlie didn’t feel very angry, which he found strange himself.


    Maybe he subconsciously felt he deserved a good beating too?


    There was just no way to get rid of the guilt he felt inside by being beaten up like that.


    On Delia Field’s side, she only felt that Francesca Jones was scary and not a character that could be approached easily.


    She also didn’t know what the other party was from, so she would ask someone to help investigateter.


    “York, are you alright?”


    “Yeah, I just didn’t slow down.” York Charlie stood up, he was in pain all over now, his organs felt like they had switched ces and kept cramping up.


    I don’t know if his ribs are broken, this Francesca Jones guy hit him really hard too.


    The thought that Francesca Jones was so angry because of nche Capra, even angry enough to kill, upset York Charlie, what was he?


    “Why don’t we just go to the hospital?” Delia Field held him up while she wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a tissue.


    York Charlie nodded as he smiled bitterly, “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry you had to see me in this ugly state right now.”


    “What are you talking about, I was really worried that you were going to be killed by that Francesca Jones, he’s just a demon.”


    It was obvious that Francesca Jones was simr to those of them who grew up as pampered noble daughters, and was no stranger to fights and brawls.


    “It won’t happen.” As long as Francesca Jones was still trying to save nche Capra, he wasn’t going to put himself through it.


    Granted, the moment he was choked, York Charlie felt the murderous intent Francesca Jones couldn’t hide.


    He couldn’t help but wonder if a woman like nche Capra was really worth what Francesca Jones had to give for her.


    While York Charlie was lost in thought, Delia Field had already called for a car and followed him to the hospital for a checkup.


    After he left, the hall was a mess, and the maids and housekeeper were frozen in ce for a long time.


    They still confiscated nche Capra’s things that night.


    They just put her things in an unused guest room and locked it up.


    nche Capra would be back someday, they figured-even if the fifteen-year sentence was that long.


    As for the safe, it was still sitting intact under the closet in nche Capra’s bedroom with York Charlie, who had probably forgotten about it.


    If Francesca Jones hadn’te looking for him, he would have used nche Capra’s birthday as thebination to open the safe and seen the two marriage licenses on top of all the gold jewelry.N?vel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.


    On the marriage license, he was standing with nche Capra, looking so happy.


    …


    Rushing out of the Charlie family vi, Francesca Jones drove away from the high ss residential area, where he answered the phone.


    Sure enough it had something to do with nche Capra.


    “I found out for you what detention center she’s in.”


    “And then what, that’s not the point I want.” Francesca Jones was so anxious she didn’t even let the other woman finish her sentence.


    “It’s not visitation time, but I’ve made a deal with the guards for you to meet with her.”


    “Great.”


    It had been a while since nche Capra had been incarcerated in there, and he’d been looking all over for connections to get her out, or failing that at least meet her, and now he’d finally be able to let him see her.


    After relieving the pain of missing her, he would continue to think of ways to get her out, preferably finding evidence that York Charlie had falsely used her of something, so that the situation could be reversed and York Charlie could suffer a little bit as well.


    nche Capra now how much pain, York Charlie can never imagine, he will only think of himself.


    On the way to see nche Capra, Francesca Jones thinks a lot, finally he sighs and mumbles in the car, “nche, look what kind of guy you like, selfish and dictatorial.”


    But she just liked it, and there was nothing Francesca Jones could do about it.


    nche Capra probably didn’t expect to be agreed to be visited so soon, and when we met, she was cowering and wide-eyed, looking like a kitten caught in the rain.


    She looked even thinner than before, her prison uniform was empty on her, and she didn’t have a coat on her that would keep her warm in the middle of winter.


    Her hair had grown a little longer as well, and when we met she didn’t have it coiffed, it was draped over her arms, and when she looked down her frontal hair covered her face, and she looked even more somber than before.


    Spending time in a ce where you don’t see the light of day, where it’s cold and damp, makes both things and people moldy, and nche Capra had only been there for a short time, and her aura and personality had changed, so what would happen if she stayed there for fifteen years?


    Francesca Jones couldn’t imagine, and he didn’t dare to think about it.


    He would find the evidence to save nche Capra as soon as possible.


    nche Capra sat across from him, she lifted her face and gave Francesca Jones a cautious look, a distant look that made Francesca Jones’s heart ache like pins and needles.


    But it soon dawned on him, too, that nche Capra had spent so much time in prison that it was inevitable that she would be instinctively afraid of the outside world.


    nche Capra sped her arms and bit her lip without speaking.


    It was Francesca Jones who broke the silence and spoke first, “How have you been these past few days?”


    “Fine, no different than outside, and going to bed early.” nche Capra gave a pale, weak smile, anyone could see she was holding herself together to keep from looking too aggrieved.


    That would be too pathetic.


    Francesca Jones knew that she was lying, he had learned about it beforehand, not to mention the monotony of life inside, those who had just entered would often be bullied, even if they didn’t fight openly, they would still think of ways to fix people, sometimes so excessive that the guards had to deal with it.


    That kind of horror level, equivalent to school bullying, there is no way to escape from here.


    Because this is a prison.


    It would be a shame for both nche Capra and Francesca Jones to remain silent, to just sit and let time pass, knowing how hard Francesca Jones had worked for this opportunity, and he couldn’te for nothing.


    He bent his body forward and gestured for nche Capra toe over as well, “I’ve been gathering evidence on York Charlie framing you now, and while there’s no progress yet, I’m sure we’ll have results soon.”


    “Thank you, I didn’t think it was possible for me to get out of here.” nche Capra was in a better mood than she had just been, though she didn’t seem to have much hope.


    It had taken a lot more than just the loss of her reputation and her freedom, and it was safe to say that all the beliefs she had held on to up until then had been destroyed one by one.


    The man she loved had sent her to prison.


    That’s ridiculous.


    nche Capra returned to her seat, her cuffs wobbling a bit, and Francesca Jones’ eyes fell on her arm, seeing that her normally white arm was now covered in bruises, purplish-red wounds and bruises that stood out.


    As soon as nche Capra realized that Francesca Jones was looking at her hand, she hurriedly put her hand away and put it behind her back.


    She tried to distract him by pretending nothing had happened, “Anything else you want to say, say it?”


    How could this be fooled!


    Francesca Jones stared at her with wide eyes and asked her seriously, “What was your real life like in prison? Tell me the truth and don’t take so much alone, I’m begging you, nche.”