A Wedding Night Gone Terribly Wrong novel Chapter 212

Heather gritted her teeth, cursing Madeleine and thinking she deserved every bit of it. Just look at how she had trained Jasmine Miller to lose all her humanity. Jasmine had spat out lies to frame Dr. Shultz without a second thought, completely disregarding that she was toying with a human life.

When her husband arrived, Heather immediately suggested, “Let’s go to the detention center. They’re reopening the case. I wonder if Dr. Shultz will be released.”

“Alright,” Sean agreed.

They were a good, honest couple. Both were orphans who had lost their parents in the same earthquake, hailing from the same small town. Growing up, they had survived on the kindness and charity of others. Because of that, they’d vowed to give back to society once they grew up—to help those in need, just as they had been helped. Knowing this was the right thing to do, they didn't hesitate.

Meanwhile, under the cover of the dark night, chaos reigned.

Earlier that day, Winifred had met with Jenson Roth. The lawyer had delivered a message from Holden that had struck a devastating blow to her spirit. She couldn't sleep. Her mind kept circling back to the evidence hidden on her phone—her only ticket to freedom.

The woman sharing her cell couldn't sleep either, tossing and turning. Winifred finally asked, “Have you ever hired a lawyer?”

“I did,” the woman replied. “It was useless. They just come in to pass on a message. When it comes to the actual charges, they can’t do much.”

So lawyers couldn't perform miracles. Did that mean it didn't matter how powerful the man Holden had hired was? Of course, she didn't yet know that Jenson Roth was already dead.

As dawn broke, the heavy door groaned open. A female officer called Winifred’s name, announcing she had a visitor.

“Who is it?” Winifred asked.

“A lawyer.”

Winifred already knew the rules here. Only lawyers were allowed to visit. People generally hired lawyers for two reasons: either they had deep pockets and didn't mind throwing money at someone just to pass messages, or they had a deeply loving family desperate to exhaust every avenue to save them.

Neither applied to her. She had no family. The only person thinking about her, the only one sending a lawyer to this godforsaken place, was her worst enemy—someone deliberately trying to drive her to despair.

Roland’s youngest brother pointed directly at Roland, who had just rushed back. “Roland, divorce her.”

Roland gave a curt nod. “Agreed.”

Severing the marriage was the priority. They would get the divorce papers drawn up immediately. If the media caught wind of Madeleine’s arrest, the family would release a statement declaring her a divorced woman. Her scandals would have nothing to do with the Lockwoods.

“Dad!” Holden protested sharply. “Mom has been with you for nearly forty years—”

His second uncle cut him off. “This is no time for sentimentality. The honor and survival of this family come first.”

Iris, terrified by the severe atmosphere, shrank behind Holden. “Holden, what are we going to do?”