Revenge After Death

Chapter 33

The ambulance arrived and whisked Yasmin away

I watched as Michael anxiously lifted Yasmin into his arms. He even glared at me fiercely.

Everyone present bore witness to me pushing Yasmin down the stairs. Even the servants from Ford family sided with them.

At that moment, I was in a daze. I even started doubting if it was me who pushed Yasmin down the stairs.

Once again, I fell into the trap of self–incrimination.

I didn’t know how to explain myself. It seemed wrong to explain myself, but not explaining myself was also wrong. I curled up under the stairs and waited for a very long time.

Finally, Michael returned at dawn.

I stood up with bloodshot eyes and choked out, “Michael, it wasn’t me.”

There was a resounding slap as he struck me. My ears rang intensely…

My nose bled, and my hearing was muffled. I probably had a ruptured eardrum. He put a lot of force into that slap.

“Do you know that Yasmin’s sister wanted to call the police? You had deliberately hurt her!” he yelled.

He then dragged me up from the ground and forcefully pulled me into the study.

spoiled you to the point where you dare to

Do you plan

he would believe me. I cried and pleaded, shaking

me,” I said, but he did not believe me at

It truly wasn’t me,” I explained desperately, nearly getting on my knees as I begged him to believe me.

did not believe

Yasmin down the stairs!

sank at his

I be so foolish to think that Jack would stand up for me? After all, they were the ones who spread rumors about me to ruin

Yas doesn’t forgive you when she wakes up, I’ll send you to

send me to prison. It scared me. I was

parents, I worked desperately and studied hard. My hard work

having

me my

to go to prison. I didn’t push her!” I stared at him fearfully.

stood up and found the courage to push him aside. I then desperately fled the

ran from this place I once thought was paradise

ran and hid in a dark alley for a long time.

when I fell asleep. Nor did I recall who placed a worn but clean blanket over me. was not sure who left a cup of cheap but clean

not the first time someone had left me a lollipop

the past, when my parents were still alive, I would frequently throw tantrums and run away from home. Every time I woke up, there would be a

I mumbled as

who always