Accidentally Pregnant By My Alpha Best friends (Madeline) novel Chapter 517

Ron:

Life had taken a very unexpected turn.

A turn where I was not at fault, yet I was accused.

The worst part was that it was not just any crime.

It was the murder of my dear grandmother, and I was thrown into prison for it.

Being imprisoned did not hurt as much as the accusation itself.

What consumed me was that my grandmother, whom I loved deeply, had been killed, and I was blamed while the real killer walked free.

Many times, the thought crossed my mind.

What if Yuvonne had actually arranged all of this?

After all, the text messages between her and her mother had surfaced.

They were cryptic.

If there was any truth to the accusations, it meant that I had brought a killer into my home and given her access and the chance to kill my grandmother.

Alone in the prison, these thoughts consumed my mind, burning through it and leaving no space for anything positive. I could not think of anything else.

"You have been working really hard, so here is an extra piece of bread for you."

A warrior approached my table and tossed a loaf of bread at me.

The others laughed.

I picked it up and began to eat.

I had been humbled.

There were moments when I wanted to end it all, to lose control and fight everyone before escaping.

But then the accusations against my name would never be cleared.

So I endured.

"Don’t take their words to heart. They have nothing better to do," the old man beside me said. He had been accused of killing his son and had been here for as long as anyone could remember.

He seemed kind. When I first heard what crime he had been accused of, I was stunned. A man like him, who had never hurt anyone in prison, killing his own son?

I asked him many times why it had happened, but he always gave the same answer. It had been self-defense, and no one had listened. Now he simply let everyone call him a killer. It no longer bothered him.

"Well, they have the right to bully me. They think I killed my innocent grandmother," I commented, eating the dry loaf of bread.

"But you did it," the old man repeated.

Mr. Park was different from the others. When I told the prisoners that I had not killed my grandmother, they realized that was what hurt me most. So they reminded me of it every waking minute. But not Mr. Park. He never did.

"Besides, do you think these people are here on a picnic? They are already facing the worst punishment," Mr. Park laughed, glancing at the warriors who grunted when they noticed we were likely talking about them.

After that, we ate in silence. That was how most of our days passed.

I carried on with life there, doing chores and waiting for my lawyer to appear.

He never did.

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