âI want you to help me find out if heâs come across anything over there,â Dolores said.
Now, her heart was getting more and more restless.
Especially since Oscar said that the man was intentionally approaching her just now.
Oscar was a person who seemed unassuming, but he actually did things in a very reassuring way. In the short time she had been with him, he had never let her down in her work, so she thought Jolene and Stanley had chosen him because they knew his character well.
Now she was really glad she had called Oscar, otherwise, she didnât know if she would run into trouble.
She was confused and her brain hurt. She rubbed her temple.
âAre you still worried?â asked Oscar.
Actually, he meant that he had seen Matthew and that he was downstairs.
He didnât know that Dolores had already heard that he had come.
âYes, the two children are with him.â Dolores rested her forehead with one of her hands.
âHave they met?â Oscar was surprised, âHave the two children already followed him to City B?â
Dolores whispered, âHe didnât show up, he asked his friend to pick them up.â
âDonât worry, I think you donât look good, rest well, Iâll help you investigate,â Oscar said.
âHmm.â She felt tired.
After a while, the car stopped at the entrance to the neighborhood. Dolores unbuckled her seat belt and pushed the door to get out, âDrive slowly.â
Oscar said he knew, âTake care.â
Dolores smiled at him, turned around and walked into the neighborhood. After returning home, she went into her bedroom and lay down on the bed.
She was tired, but unable to fall asleep. She picked up her phone and looked up Armand and Boyceâs numbers. She had changed phones, but she still had their numbers saved and hadnât deleted them.
He wanted to call and ask for information, but was hesitant to do so.
In the end, he gave up calling.
When he hung up the phone, the system-pushed notice appeared at the top of the screen. At first, he wanted to delete it as he had become accustomed to this kind of news every day. However, when he deleted it, he accidentally clicked on it. It was a news item about Jeffrey.
He clenched the phone suddenly and his arm kept shaking.
It was clear that she didnât want to read anything about him, as she had left in the first place because she didnât want to pay any attention to this matter.
However, she couldnât help but scroll down.
The text that followed was not accompanied by any picture of Jeffrey.
Jeffrey was sentenced to two years in prison. It was a reprieve. Two years probation was not serious. The full name for probation was âsuspended execution of sentenceâ, which referred to the violation of the law and that, after legal proceedings confirmed that it had constituted a crime, a conviction was first pronounced on the perpetrator to be punished and then the execution of the sentence imposed was suspended.
Probation was a system whereby a specific inspection body examined the offender for a specified period of time and decided whether a specific sentence would be given based on his or her performance during the probationary period, in accordance with the law.
If an offender who had been placed on probation committed no offenses and had a proper attitude during the probationary period, the original sentence would cease to run and would be pronounced publicly at the expiration of the probationary period.
The Harris Family was once prestigious. However, at that time, although the family was not destroyed, it was still disgraced and infamous.
That outcome would make Jeffrey suffer more than killing him.
He put the phone down and looked up at the ceiling. She thought she had no feelings for the Harris Family, but seeing such an outcome, she still felt a little troubled.
It wasnât deep, just melancholy and emotional.
If one spoke of heartache, she felt sorrow for Victoriaâs death.
Jeffrey had caused the man she loved to lose a mother, her children to lose a grandmother, and she would have to face the people she loved with a guilty heart forever.
Ring ring ring â
The doorbell rang suddenly, she stirred but didnât get up. Now it was just her and Theresa in the house. Theresa knew the password to the door. There was no need for her to open the door from the inside.
Ring ring ring â
The doorbell rang again. She frowned as she got out of bed and put on her shoes to open the door.
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