"Stop it, stop it!" Vera Wave curled up on the bed. "You’ll squish your son."

"I don’t care!" Kris Cooper firmly pressed her shoulder, pushed up her sleepwear, and gently rested his head on her belly. "Honey, is he moving?"

"What movement?"

"There’s a sound inside!"

"Idiot, he’s too small for fetal movement. That’s my stomach growling."

"You dare call me an idiot? I’ll show you what this ’idiot’ can do."

"Hey, you admitted it yourself!"

...

A man and a woman frolicked in bed, their laughter echoing outside the window.

...

...

「Prison cell.」

In the dim light seeping through the opening of her blanket, Anabel Wilton was meticulously writing in her small notebook. She had been writing for three whole nights, and the small notebook, sewn together from scrap paper and thread, was already completely full. As she wrote down the final entry, daylight was breaking outside. The wake-up bell rang soon after. She quickly hid her pen, carefully wrapped the notebook in a handkerchief, and stuffed it into her pocket. Gazing at the vibrant morning sun outside her small window, she adjusted her collar.

Irene Spencer, you ruined my life! I’ll destroy your reputation!

Waking up, eating, working—life in prison was an unvarying routine, and most people had grown numb to it.

Around nine o’clock, a prison guard walked in and tapped on Anabel Wilton’s workbench. "Anabel Wilton, someone is here to see you."

She straightened her clothes, extended her hands for the handcuffs, and entered the Meeting Room. Indeed, she saw a well-dressed Kris Cooper behind the glass. The man, who usually had a smile on his face, now wore a cold expression, emanating an innate and intimidating presence. Seeing her, he unclipped the receiver from the wall.

"Today is the third day."

"I’ve written down everything I know about Irene Spencer’s misdeeds. I believe you have a way to get it." Anabel Wilton pulled the small, scrap-paper notebook from her pocket and waved it at him, her face unusually calm. "I don’t expect you to trust me; I only hope that despicable woman gets the punishment she deserves."

During these days in jail, reflecting on past luxuries, she now understood that it had all been nothing but transient. When life was good, so many people had fawned over her. After she was imprisoned, apart from her mother and brother, the only other people who had come to visit her were, ironically, Vera Wave and Kris Cooper. How ironic life was.

Kris Cooper glanced at the notebook in her hand, then his gaze shifted to her face. "Once I’ve investigated, if it really wasn’t you, I’ll do my best to help."

"No need." Anabel Wilton shrugged. "I’m already finished. It’s better if I don’t owe Mr. Cooper any favors."

A woman who had been in jail, a woman the world saw as a deranged bomber and murderer... even if she got out, what kind of life could she expect?

Kris Cooper snorted lightly. "I just hope you’re not lying. Otherwise, you know the consequences."

He hung up the receiver and left.

After Anabel Wilton was escorted out of the Meeting Room, Warden Zhou came in, personally retrieved the notebook filled with writing from her, and handed it over to Kris Cooper. Anabel Wilton had been by Irene Spencer’s side for over a year and knew many of her secrets. She had always defied Irene Spencer, but by the time she wanted to retaliate, she was already imprisoned with no way to make her case.