Spoiled By The President: My Wife Is A Little Sweet
Chapter 751 She Was Let Out Of Prison

Chapter 751 She Was Let out of Prison

A dull pain seared along with his heart.

Those dusty memories seemed to be awakened at that moment, which brought back all the misery he had experienced.

October 23, 2019

One night four years ago, a girl stood in the pouring rain and told him that she would come to him in four years.

Even though four years had passed, the memory of that night still haunted him.

Her clear eyes and determined look indelibly printed on his brain.

Lightly clad as she was, she remained calm and immovable, just as a leopard waiting for its moment, ready to strike a fatal blow.

Felix closed his eyes, recalling that night bit by bit.

After a while, he snorted with laughter.

He didn't know whether he was laughing at himself or at her.

After a while, he finally opened his eyes, before his eyes were bright daylight. Then he turned and walked out without any hesitation.

At the same time.

There was another story 300 miles away in a women's prison.

In a dank cell, a thin figure sat quietly on the bed.

Her head was bowed slightly, and her short hair flopped over her cheek. Her face was indistinct, but her delicate fair chin stood out. The prison officer's stern voice came from outside. "95201, there's a call for you."

She raised her head, revealing a comely cold face.

After a pause, she stood up.

The iron door clanged shut behind her. She held out her hands and let herself handcuffed before heading for the mailroom.

A row of landlines lay on a table in the mailroom. She went over and picked up the receiver and held it to her ear.

"Hello."

Her voice was hoarse but pleasant.

A clear female voice came from the other end of the phone and her voice was as clear as a bell. "Sister! You'll be free tomorrow. Shall I pick you up?"

The girl was her half-sister, Sarah Dempsey.

Suddenly Queeny Horton's mind went blank.

Perhaps she hadn't heard her voice for too long, or possibly she didn't expect anyone to contact her after four years in prison.

There was a long pause before she answered, "Okay."

When she agreed, the voice on the phone grew more excited. "Uncle Clark's son accidentally drowned last year. Did you know? He used to bully you. I told you, he deserved to die! Karma is real!" Queeny thought for a few seconds before she remembered who Sarah was talking about.

The boy was her stepfather's neighbor. When she was young, he had tried to get close to her because he liked her.

The boy was only two years older than her.

The feelings of teenagers were impulsive and awkward. He courted her for some time, and though she remained aloof, he didn't give up.

So he came up with all kinds of different ideas, and had his friends cause trouble to get her attention.

However, she was not a gullible girl.

She was the brightest kid ever. She was a tactful child who could easily avoid the troubles her stepfather and stepfamily made for her.

From childhood, people said she was awfully smart and sensitive by nature.

No one could hurt her or take advantage of her unless she was tied up.

She was an intelligent girl and she could read those teenagers' minds.

Naturally, those things didn't matter to her.

Although they thought of countless ways, she could see through their little ruse from the start in many subtle ways.

So if Sarah hadn't mentioned it, she couldn't have recollected anything of it.

She hesitated for a moment at the thought. "Sarah, watch your mouth. He's dead and it's time to let go of the past."

Sarah changed the subject at her words.

Although Queeny was her half-sister, they had been close with each other. Back then, Sarah was young, so she didn't know much.

She remembered Sarah questioning her, when she was about to go to jail.

She said nothing before leaving except, "Go home and live your life."

Then she was taken away by the police without looking back.

She couldn't tell Sarah the unmentionable reasons and inflict her pain on a child. Plus...

Something seemed to run through her mind suddenly, and her eyes turned icy.

She was absent-mindedly talking with Sarah on the phone. She didn't speak until Sarah finished, "Well, let's talk tomorrow."

Then Sarah hung up the phone reluctantly.

Queeny put down the phone and got up.

The prison officer was standing not far from her. Seeing that she was finished, the guard came forward and led him to her cell.

The prison officer was a middle-aged woman in her forties with high cheekbones who had been working here for four years since she had come. Although she looked fierce, she was warm-hearted.

She said as she tugged Queeny toward the cell. "I heard you were found guilty of manslaughter. You're out of jail tomorrow. Live your life and don't make any mistakes. Anyway, you are young, even though you've been in prison, you still have a bright future. Don't piss your life away and always remember the lesson you've learned. Get it?"

Queeny looked ahead and replied faintly, "got it."

When the cell door opened, she went in.

Then she turned and held out her hands and the officer unshackled her.

A smile touched the corners of her mouth. She said, "Thank you."

The officer froze.

She looked at Queeny, and she was dazzled by her seemingly mundane smile,

though Queeny was wearing the most ordinary prison uniform and her face remained the same.

At that moment, she seemed to see a bright flower, blooming like a burning fire.

It was the first time she'd seen Queeny smile in four years.