From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 287

Chapter 287

It turned out that the neighbor downstairs heard something amiss and called the cops.

Malcolm's suitcase hit the floor as a set of cold, metallic handcuffs snapped around his wrists. When Gina heard that Malcolm had been locked up for murder, she wasn't exactly surprised. Deep down, she had always known that Malcolm's path was leading nowhere good.

Lizzie went to see Malcolm, just once. After all, he was her father, and his days were numbered.

It was the right thing to do, to see him one last time.

Separated by a pane of glass, Lizzie saw Malcolm, haggard and aged beyond his years. Just a few days had passed, yet he seemed a different man.

"Dad."

"Lizzie," Malcolm managed a feeble smile, "Thanks for coming to see your old man."

He'd thought there had been a mix-up when the guard said he had a visitor.

But there she was, Lizzie, actually there.

"How are you holding up in here?" Lizzie asked.

bunked with death row inmates, the

ordinary mind couldn't fathom the kind of hell that

it all over, Malcolm would never have

it was too

okay, pumpkin. You don't worry. Just take care of your mom, focus on your studies, get

I wasn't a good husband, much

your time to settle down, keep those eyes wide open. Don't end up with someone like me. Listen to your mom; she's got the years and the wisdom on you..." "Lizzie, take good

felt tears streaming

a time, she too had a happy family,

of visitation flew

prison gates, Lizzie looked up at the sun and fought back the

the SATS, aiming to get into the

was buried in books, not even setting aside her dictionary during

returned from his business trip, he

away fluently in French with

in French himself, Nanson could

you get so good in just a few

to? Not everyone's as hit-and-miss with their efforts as you are. How could

patience for things that piqued his interest, and French wasn't