295 Leaving The Court
I noticed that Joanna sobered up when she saw Michael. Then, she saw behind Michael. The madness in her eyes returned, and it was getting stronger.
“Why? Why?”
Joanna repeated the sa words over and over again, her voice sharp and piercing.
“Why her? Why can’t I be the one?” Joanna’s face was contorted, and she pointed at . “We were doing well, Michael. You rember everything. It’s all because of her, all because of that b*tch!”
“What are you saying? Shut up, Joanna!” General Lovecraft scolded with a red face, trying to stop his daughter’s crazy rambling.
Saying such things in front of the judge and jury who had yet to leave was undoubtedly not conducive to Joanna’s subsequent trial.
However, Joanna no longer cared. She had a ferocious expression on her face as her four limbs suddenly burst with great power. She broke free from the guards who had been holding her down and struggled to pounce on .
Everything happened so suddenly that even the royal guards could not subdue her in ti. She suddenly rushed up two steps and threw a punch at .
But I was no longer the girl whose first reaction was to run away. I was not afraid of her now. Her seemingly fierce actions were now slow and hurried in my eyes. Michael was standing in front of and wanted to protect .
I snorted and pushed Michael away.
It seed that she hadn’t thought it through after our last battle. I was going to teach her another lesson.
Then, I saw that Joanna had stopped in a very strange position. Her face was shocked, angry, and mad as she fell in front of . I hadn’t even touched her.
Thud! Joanna fell to the ground with a loud sound. I frowned and was about to take two steps forward to check on her condition, but Michael had already regained his senses. He pulled behind him with a straight face.
“What were you doing just now?” Michael lectured him fiercely.
I tried to look over Michael’s body to see Joanna’s condition, but Michael blocked my view very well.
He even reached out and hold my face to ensure I was safe. I looked up at him helplessly and noticed the worry in his eyes. My whole body suddenly beca soft.
“I’m fine,” I said. “Let see her,” I said.
“No.” Michael pulled into his arms. I struggled, but Michael lowered his head and kissed .
This was against the rules because he knew I would be distracted by his kiss.
When I raised my head again, I realized Michael had pulled out of Joanna’s vicinity. Many people surrounded Joanna, and I couldn’t see what was happening inside.
Through the crowd, I could see the anxious expression of General Lovecraft. So dical staff jogged in from the outside and joined the encirclent.
“Hurry up and save her, save my daughter!” General Lovecraft shouted with all his might.
When I was investigating the she-wolves kidnapping case with Michael, I heard too many similar screams. Most of them ca from the family mbers of those who found their daughters or relatives missing. Their appearance represented extre despair and helplessness, which ant Joanna wasn’t doing well.
“Let go over there and take a look,” I asked Michael again.
“There’s nothing to see.” Michael held on to tightly and said unhappily, “Let’s leave this place first.”
I looked back at every step I took as Michael forcefully brought out of the court.
Throughout the process, I kept hearing General Lovecraft’s voice of grief.
I could feel his endless pain from it, and this feeling made feel a little guilty. I didn’t feel guilty about anything that happened to Joanna, but her family suffered because of her. I didn’t want to see this kind of pain.
Even though all of this was her own doing, everyone had to pay the price for their sinful actions. The sad thing was that a person’s life might be the only endpoint of paying the price, but her family always had to bear the consequences.
I raised my head to look at Michael. What happened in court just now didn’t affect him.
“Is she dead?” I asked softly.
“Who knows? She won’t be able to escape the punishnt she deserves,” Michael said.
“But...”
I hesitated for a mont. After all, Joanna had worked with Michael before.
Before Michael t , they were friends who had known each other for many years. I was a little shocked at how cold-blooded Michael was. He didn’t seem to care about Joanna’s life at all. Although he acted as if he cared about , was this kind of care reasonable?
One day in the future, would he abandon like he did Joanna?
Reviews
All reviews (0)