Chapter 351


    The soft bed sank when Emily Questy on it. She casually kicked her shoes off and kicked her


    legs in the air gleefully. “It’s much better at home. There’s no way I could sleep on the worn-out bed


    in prison any longer.”


    May Connery next to her, turned onto her side, and tugged one hand under her chin while


    hugging Emily with the other. “Isn’t your mother smart? I came up with the idea of getting you to


    fake depression so that you could be bailed out to receive treatment.”


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    “Exactly. If it wasn’t because of that, how could I be freed so easily? Mother, you’re the best!” Emily


    eximed as she hugged May tightly.


    “You were great too. I didn’t think you could do exactly what I said. You did such a cruel thing to


    yourself to make it seem more realistic and to make your father feel even more sorry for you. Girl,


    you sure are something!” Mayplimented.


    “How did youe up with the idea of having me fake depression with a caffeine overdose? The


    caffeine tablets you gave me made it seem as if I was really depressed. Even the screening devices


    couldn’t identify whether I was faking it or because I really was depressed,” Emily said with a look of


    admiration as she looked at May.


    “This goes back to the time when I was much younger. Back then, I liked drinking coffee a lot. One


    day, I couldn’t help but drink a few extra cups. After that, I started experiencing irritability, anger,


    depression, and cardiac arrhythmia. I got so scared that I quickly went to the hospital, and the


    doctor said those symptoms were caused by excessive caffeine intake. ording to the doctor,


    caffeine poisoning could happen to people who consumed too much caffeine, resulting in temporary


    depression, mania, and the likes,” May exined earnestly.


    “I see…” Emily nodded slowly.


    “That’s why, when I came up with the idea of getting you to fake depression to get out of prison, I


    thought of using caffeine tablets so that you could fool the screening devices. Hence, I bought a


    bottle of caffeine tablets, took two out from the bottle, and bribed a correctional officer to deliver


    them to you under the guise of delivering clothes. Of course, before I sent you the caffeine tablets, I


    did a lot of research and looked up the approximate amount needed to ensure your safety while


    achieving my objective at the same time. In the end, I found out two tablets were needed to do just


    that,” May added.


    “Mother, you really are awesome. We are awesome,” Emily crossed one leg over the other and said


    with a beaming smile.


    “Since you know that I’m awesome, you should listen to me more from now on. In the days toe,


    you have to keep pretending to be sick… Keep pretending until the final day of your jail sentence…


    That way, you will never have to go back,” May said as she gently stroked Emily’s hair. She had a


    scheming look in her eyes.


    “I know, don’t worry,” Emily said confidently. Faking depression was something she was very good


    at.


    “You must act especially well in front of X Quest. Make sure you don’t expose yourself. That girl


    is very smart,” May said through gritted teeth.


    Emily clenched her fists tightly, just as angrily. “I know. X is a b*tch. I’ll deal with herter. So


    what if Father has already written his will? The will can be changed at any time. All I need to do is


    get rid of X,” she said.


    ***


    On the night of the Lantern Festival, X put on an exquisite peach-shaded makeup.


    She had on a white turtleneck undershirt, coupled with a pair of light blue, ankle-length jeans, and a


    light green, workwear-style, thin woolen coat.


    On top of that, she was also wearing a pair of ck Chanel high heels and holding a ck Hermes


    handbag.


    Her hair was casually pulled back into a low ponytail with a light green, silk hairband with airy bangs


    in front.


    Her body seemed to glow as she stood in front of a mirror.


    After making sure her make-up and clothes were in order, X walked downstairs and got ready to


    head out for her ss reunion.


    Downstairs, Stanley Batton sat in front of the coffee table as he sipped on his tea, looking cool and


    handsome with his thick ck hair that was tousled loosely to the back.


    He was wearing a white shirt, paired with a ck suit, making him appear cold yet noble.


    When Stanley saw Xing downstairs, he picked up her Maserati car keys and walked up to


    her. “Are we heading out now?”


    X nodded before looking down at her watch. “We agreed to meet them at eight o’clock. It’s seven


    now. If we leave now, we should arrive just in time.”