My Paranoid Lover (Lance Mason)
Chapter 57

Chapter 57 To the Jail

"Mr Mason, don't misunderstand me, what if Jennie wanted to pull grandma and weren't able to?" Tiffany said. What the hell, she must be doing this on purpose, she's making it even worse. I knew at this moment, nothing can help me anymore.

I kneeled on the floor, looking at Leo. But his face was filled with disappointment. I know he still likes me, but he loves his family more. Even Leo didn't believe me, let alone Lance. Lance glared at me coldly and said: "Send grandma to the hospital."

Everybody left and mom came to me. She gave me a slap and said: "Why did you push her? If you hurt her, I won't be able to stay in the house anymore!"

My mom wanted to hit me again, but I went unconscious.

When I woke up, the mansion was filled with cops. They entered my room. I had a bad feeling.

The cops said: "Ms Jennie Gomez, you are reported attempted murder, please walk with us."

I knew, if I follow them this time, there will be no coming back.

I got down the bed and begged Lance to believe me. "I didn't do it, I really didn't push her. I just wanted to help her! You can ask her when she wakes up!"

"I did, she said you pushed her, the CCTV showed you pushing her too." Lance said.

Of course he would believe that cruel old woman, she's his grandmother.

The cops brought me away and after a few hours, I still didn't admit, because I didn't do it. They put me in cuffs.

I recalled the time when I was put in cuffs, I was 12 years old. I had a record, of course they would believe that old woman and not me.

Lance just kissed me this morning, and now he's sending me with the cops.

They are going to send me to jail for a year. One year? So what? I have been through all those years, one year was nothing to me.

I told the cops I wanted to see Leo, and after a few days I saw him.

He looked at me, my hair was messy, I looked like a total mess. How pathetic, he wouldn't like me anymore, right?

He broke the silence: "Jennie, why did you do that? I know grandma treated you bad, but you shouldn't be so cruel!"

At this moment, i stared at him, with disappointment in my eyes. I wanted to explain but I didn't. What's the point? I explained back at the house, he chose to not believe me.

I sighed and sniffed my nose. "Thanks for coming to see me, really."

And with that I left and went back to my jail room.

A pretty woman like me, sent to an all female jai...... you can imagine what happened to me,

During the first week, the other prisoners, they used their toothbrush to brush my back and even hurt my skin. My body was full of scars.

The next month, I left 40kgs.

I figured I would die in this place in a few months' time, I won't' even survive a year.

During the night, when everyone was asleep, I took a sharp object.

I have decided to end my life. No more, I don't want this life anymore.

I cut my wrists and blood trickled out. Slowly, my eyes went black. I dreamt about my father, his warm smile and his warm touch. Then his face slowly turned to Lance. His devil face staring at me, his hands choking me, asking me why I pushed his grandma.

When I wake up, a nurse was checking up on me. Seems like I was sent tot eh hospital. I didn't die?!

"Why did you save me, why not let me die?" I asked.

The nurse covered me in the blankets and said: "You're still young, you still have hope."

My tears rolled down. I shook my head and said: "No, there's no more hope for me."

Then, Lance came in and thanked the nurse.

The nurse told him: "The patient is very weak now, and is suicidal, pleas etake care of her carefully." Lance nodded and said okay.

I stared at the ceiling with hollow eyes. "Why save me? Isn't it your biggest wish for me to die?"

"Nobody wants you to die, grandma is old and so she couldn't remember properly. Plus I was busy with the stuff in England. I didn't expect them to send you to jail so fast. Now you're okay, I did some investigation and it was a misunderstanding." Just like that, he acted like it's all fine.

I knew I'm out and fine now, but the time in jail already damaged me. Mentally, physically and spiritually. I won't recover from that ever.

Thid myself under the covers and cried out loud. Then Lance pulled the covers away and said in annoyance: “Can you stop?"

I stared at him with red eyes. I wanted this man to just die......

I pulled his wrists. He looked at me with wide eyes. I stuttered: "Please..... please don't hurt me anymore. I'm scared......really."

My tears were soaking his sleeve at this point. He sighed and patted my head: "It's a misunderstanding the cops only did their job. Grandma is old, can you blame her?"

I've never seen someone so shameless. What grandma is old and I can't blame her?

Was she really blurred? Or did she did it on purpose? Why did she suddenly decided to tell the truth?