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,”

the police, so I couldn’t get you bailed out. But I’ll keep trying. Leave it to me,” Ashley reassured her. Emelie sighed.

“okay

Emelie was taken back to the detention center. It was a large communal cell, and her spot was in the comer. She sat

trusted Ashley’s skills and the police’s ability, Elena would likely produce more “evidence,” and they would find flaws. She believed she would eventually be released.

fear

was so cold there.

hadn’t she considered it might be Elena’s

realized she had underestimated Elena. She had thought Elena would just play petty tricks to annoy her. Little did she expect that Elena was capable

worried about Elena’s reaction to the

the ceiling. Hereyes were red and damp,

dinner consisted of bread and bean stew. The bread wasn’t like the

was hurting, but she reluctantly took a portion of the meal.

had a strange and indescribable taste. It was almost sour. She couldn’t stomach it and spot it out after just one

did she want

force down another bite, she choked on it. The taste overwhelmed

crowded cell, her retching didn’t go

don’t You think this place serves poummer meals? Dream on” someone snapped.

desire to argue with them, nor did she possess the strength to. Her stomach twisted painfully. Her face grew pale, and her lips were drained of color. Cold sweat began beading on