Chapter 301: Give You Some Punishment

Frances stops and turns around to look at me with a smile.

I don't even know how many deep breaths I take to control my urge of beating him up.

Although the word "husband" is simple, it is very difficult for me to say it out loud.

I try to say it many times, but in the end, I swallow it.

"Huh?" Frances snorts and raises his eyebrows.

Damn! He's threatening me again!

I clench my teeth and close my eyes, whispering, "Husband."

My heart is beating wildly, and I don't even dare to look up at Frances.

"Too low. I can't hear it."

The man shakes his head slightly. He is very dissatisfied with my mosquito-like voice.

Perhaps he doesn't even know his expression is getting on my nerves!

I can endure! I can!

I grit my teeth and shout at him.

"Husband!"

Frances’ lips twitch slightly.

He doesn't say anything and stares at me with deep eyes.



I feel like he's going to see through me.

"I've been loud enough. Is that OK?"

I hurriedly say this, afraid that Frances will change his mind.

"Yes, you did. It's just that you are so unwilling. I'm not happy. So it's better to give you some
punishment. You can take advantage of the time to reflect on yourself."

He shows a meaningful smile at me, opens the door and walks out.

"Frances, stop right there. What do you mean? You are such a bastard who doesn't keep your word.
You said you would help me. How can you leave like this?"

However, no matter how I shout from behind, Frances ignores me and disappears from my sight.

The police come in very quickly, and their flattering expressions disappear. They became exceptionally
serious.

"Ms. Noyes, according to the rules, we will first detain you."

Whitney stands not far away and smiles complacently at me when I walk out of the interrogation room.

Then she walks over and stands in front of me.

"Jane, I've already told you. Don't think that you'll be fine by bringing Frances here. I have evidence of
this. Do you think he can help you? Besides, it seems to me that he doesn't really want to help you."

"Evidence? That's what you call evidence? Whitney, let me tell you. Although I don't quite understand
the law, I know that it's against the law to forge the evidence and slander. Since you have the guts to
present the forged evidence, you need to be prepared at all times to face the day when the truth is
exposed."



I say this to her, very seriously.

But inside, I'm quite unsure.

There isn't so called "justice" in this world. Rich people can actually decide what "justice" is.

If Frances won't help me, the crime Whitney has imposed on me will most likely be convicted. Once
that happens, I will probably spend my entire life in prison.

Earl's figure suddenly flashes through my mind.

If I do go to jail, what about the kid?

Back then, Frances could even give up his custody. How can he treat Earl kindly?

Although he just comes to live with me for a few days, I subconsciously regard him as my own child.

"You need to say these words to the police, not me."

Whitney sneers and leaves the police station with Lawrence.

In the past, Whitney would hide her bad intentions slightly. But now, her thoughts are completely
exposed to the public.

Perhaps it is because Frances has forced her so fiercely so that she doesn't care about the
consequences at all.

But it's her own business if she hates Frances. Why does she do all this to me?

This is the first time in my life that I go to prison. Looking at the simple and cold room, my heart is filled
with sadness.



The policeman who brings me in notices my expression and says to me, "You'd better be satisfied.
Other criminals are crowded into one room. You can live here by yourself because someone has told
our boss specially."

That means I have to thank Frances for letting me live in such a spacious and quiet cell?

I don't know how I fall asleep that night.

The next morning, a lawyer comes to bail me out.

See? Frances just wants to threaten me!

The lawyer takes me out of the police station and Frances’ car is parked outside.

However, the person sitting in the driver's seat is not Frances.

The policeman who brings me in notices my expression and says to me, "You'd better be satisfied.
Other criminals are crowded into one room. You can live here by yourself because someone has told
our boss specially."

That means | have to thank Frances for letting me live in such a spacious and quiet cell?
| don't know how | fall asleep that night.

The next morning, a lawyer comes to bail me out.

See? Frances just wants to threaten me!

The lawyer takes me out of the police station and Frances’ car is parked outside.

However, the person sitting in the driver's seat is not Frances.



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