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 Allen family is pressuring the police, so I couldn’t get you bailed out. But I’ll keep trying. Leave it to me,” Ashley reassured her. Emelie sighed. “Don’t let my parents find out,” she added.
“okay
After the meeting, Emelie was taken back to the detention center. It was a large communal cell, and her spot was in the comer. She sat against the wall, burying her face in herlees.
She 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.
But belleving was one thing, living in fear was another. She couldn’t calm down.
It was so cold there.
Why hadn’t she considered it might be Elena’s doing?
Emelle 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 of such nuthless actions against her.
She found it ironic that she had been worried about Elena’s reaction to the photos being exposed.
Emelle lifted her head, staring at the ceiling. Hereyes were red and damp, her heart heavy with despair.
The food in the detention center was notoriously poor. Both lunch and dinner consisted of bread and bean stew. The bread wasn’t like the kind outside; it was dry and hard to swallow without water.
Emelie wasn’t in the mood for lunch. By evening, her stomach was hurting, but she reluctantly took a portion of the meal.
The bean stew had a strange and indescribable taste. It was almost sour. She couldn’t stomach it and spot it out after just one sip,
She couldn’t eat the food provided, nor did she want to. However, lier body couldn’t endure without food.
As she attempted to force down another bite, she choked on it. The taste overwhelmed her, and she vomited again.
In the crowded cell, her retching didn’t go unnoticed.
ll you can’t eat, then don’t You think this place serves poummer meals? Dream on” someone snapped.
Emelle had no 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 her forehead.
“Something’s not right with her. Should we tell the guards?” someone asked.
“She’s taking in for are. Let’s ignore her!”
Emelie trit as if every organ in her body was being twisted and pulled. The pain was unbearable.
She curled up on the communal bunk, wrapping herself in a musty, damp blanket that ottered little warmth.
Emelle had always handled things alone, but now she couldn’t help but wonder why no one was coming to rescue her.
She suddenly wondered why Bryan hadn’t asked about her since he loses about her situation
Then, Charles came to mind. Didn’t he always say he believed in her and wanted to pursue het?
And didn’t William bring her food just yesterday? Why wasn’t he coming to her rescur? Why was everyone suddenly tuming their backs onber?