Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 353 No One to Her Rescue

Emelle couldn’t help but find the situation laughable. She turned to Ashley and asked, “How serious is the sentence for inciting others to commit gang rape, even if It was just an attempt?”

Ashley replied, “It the evidence is solid, it’s three to ten years.”

Emelie’s face grew even paler. She finally understood why Elena had said she wanted her in prison.

A cold wind had blown through the night, and even in the windowless meeting room, Emelie telt the chill seeping into her bones.

Ashley was usually straightforward in handling cases.

When she noticed Emelle’s distress, she softened her tone, saying. “That’s assuming the evidence is solid. Though your fingerprints are on the money, our law places more weight on evidence than on confessions. A single piece of evidence is not enough to convict. Don’t worry too much y

A glimmer of hope sparked in Emelie’s eyes. “They must know this too. They’ll try to provide more evidence to nail me.”

Ashley nodded. “Exactly. The more fake evidence they create, the more chances we have to find loopholes.”

The more loopholes there were, the more advantageous it would be to defend Emelie or to counter–sue them.

Tyet,”

get you bailed out. But I’ll keep trying.

“okay

a large communal cell, and her

produce more “evidence,” and they

was one thing, living in fear was

so cold

hadn’t she considered it might be Elena’s doing?

had thought Elena would just play petty tricks to annoy her. Little

been worried about Elena’s reaction to the

her head, staring at the ceiling. Hereyes were red

poor. Both lunch and dinner consisted of bread and bean stew. The bread wasn’t like the kind outside; it was dry and

By evening, her stomach was hurting, but she

strange and indescribable taste. It was almost sour. She

the food provided, nor did she want to. However, lier body couldn’t endure without food.

on it. The taste overwhelmed her,

her retching didn’t go unnoticed.

then don’t You think this place serves poummer meals?

strength to. Her stomach twisted painfully. Her face grew pale, and her lips were drained of color. Cold sweat began beading on her forehead.