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How laughable. Even now, Jack was still protecting Ella.
When he couldn’t pin the crime on me anymore, he found another scapegoat.
He really was as cowardly as ever.
I really couldn’t understand why the system chose such a terrible person as the target fo
me to win over.
Some seemingly devoted secondary male leads just deserve to be doormats and backups.
This kind of person doesn’t deserve redemption at all.
On the fifth day of my imprisonment, many gifts started appearing in my room.
Every morning when I woke up, I would see a large bouquet of flowers.
Diamond rings, necklaces, and handbags were sent in as if they cost nothing.
Tommy would chatter in my ear every day about Jack’s recent situation.
“Dad and I haven’t seen Aunt Ella for a long time now.”
“Mommy, Dad and I will be good from now on. Please don’t die, okay?”
I knew this was Jack’s signal for reconciliation.
But I didn’t want to respond, and I tried to force Jack to let me out by going on a hunger strike.
My body wasn’t in good condition to begin with, and after all that turmoil, I became weak and unable to move after just one day of not eating.
Tommy fearfully checked my breathing.
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After confirming that I was still breathing, he sighed in relief and said,
“Mommy, you haven’t eaten anything for a day. Don’t you like pork rib porridge the most? I’ll go make some for you. Wait for me.”
I didn’t get to wait for Tommy’s bowl of porridge, but I did encounter an unexpected
person.
