My Wife Is So Sweet (Natalia Dawson) novel Chapter 752

Chapter 752 Her Four Years

The officer didn't think too much about it.

After all, Queeny had behaved well over the past four years.

Far from looking like a vicious criminal, she was like the girl next door, so vulnerable that you couldn't help but protect her.

The officer sometimes sighed inwardly, "Look, what a nice girl! But her life was destroyed."

Though she tried to comfort Queeny with some nice words,

she knew that a convicted murderer would have a hard time even when she got out of prison.

She sighed at the thought.

After she went back to her cell, she sat down on the bed again.

The prison officer locked the door and left.

It was quiet again.

She sat there cross-legged looking so thin and pathetic with a determined look in her eyes.

She was tough like a persistent pin tree, showing great strength of character in the strong wind.

She dropped her head in silence. After a while, she fished out a pencil from her pillow. Then she started scribbling on the wall next to her bed.

Her doodles were messy lines, indecipherable numbers, and some letters.

Then she quickly put them together and finally worked out the answer she wanted.

Finally, looking at the numbers on the wall, she squinted and her face creased into a smile.

In all these four years or, to be more precise, in those 1460 days, she did only one thing.

She believed that she could get back on her feet with it.

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Time passed in a blink.

In a twinkling, the next day came.

It was the day she got of jail.

In the morning, she woke to the sound of trumpets. After getting up, she had a quick wash and went to breakfast with her cellmates.

Thanks to the Dempsey family's help, she did not suffer from bullying during the four years she spent in prison.

And they put her in solitary confinement because of the nature of her crime.

In a way, it was her punishment, too. After all, during this time, except for eating and strolling, she was mostly alone.

For over a thousand days, she had no intimate friends.

It was intolerable for any normal person.

But in fact, it didn't matter to Queeny.

Anyway, she was a quiet girl. Living alone was actually a good thing for her.

It was more convenient for her.

The corner of her lip raised at the thought.

It was time for her to get out after breakfast.

But before that, she had a series of formalities to go through.

Knowing that she would be released today, her cellmates congratulated her one after another.

Although they didn't spend every day together with over the years, everyone seemed to have few friends here in jail.