Lightning streaked across the gloomy sky, and a sudden shower came, making the deadly silent prison room even more gloomy.
Elsie woke up from a half-asleep state, vigilantly watching the outside.
"The visiting time has come."
Under the watch of the prison guard, Elsie came to the visiting room, thinking that the person who came was her most caring mother, but the person she saw through the glass was her sister, Camille.
Unlike the warm and tearful atmosphere of the previous prisoners' meetings, Camille's smile did not reach her eyes.
"Else, I came to see you."
Such a smile from her always jealous sister made Elsie feel uneasy.
Despite being imprisoned for so many days and wearing a prison uniform, the woman was still beautiful, her temperament unabated, and her charming hazel eyes sparkled with ridiculous hope.
People wanted to smash it hard and step into the mud.
"Why didn't mom come?"
Hearing Elsie's question, Camille came back from a brief trance and smiled, "Mom has been very busy lately and can't spare the time to come and see you."
"You're lying! Mom would never treat me like this!" Elsie held the phone tightly, her voice involuntarily rising, "Has mom found any evidence? I didn't kill him! I was framed!"
If no evidence is found, she will be locked up here for a long time once the final trial is over. Elsie grabbed the isolation bar, not wanting to be taken back to that terrible room again.
Unlike Elsie's urgency, Camille said calmly, "Don't be impatient, we are all trying to help you, how could mom give up on you? You are her most cherished daughter."
Elsie had heard this sentence countless times, but now a sudden chill emerged from the meaning behind it.
The visiting time passed in a flash, and Elsie hurriedly said, "Does mom know I'm pregnant? Can you tell her for me? I'm so uncomfortable here alone. I won't be willful anymore, I really regret it..."
As she said this, tears welled up in Elsie's eyes, and her fingers began to tremble due to excessive sadness and fear.
She really regretted it. Why did she stubbornly chase after the man who didn't love her, hurting herself and the child in her belly?
"Child?" Camille's expression became strange, "The second young master of the Wilkinson family has admitted that the child in your belly is his. I actually shouldn't tell you this, but Else, the Wilkinson family won't acknowledge this child..."
One heavy blow after another made Elsie stand up abruptly, "What are you talking about? You obviously know I have no relationship with him! I only have my husband! How could the child be someone else's? How could he talk nonsense like that? No way!"
In the Wilkinson family, she had been treated with indifference by her mother-in-law and sisters, and the only one who stood by her side was the second young master of the Wilkinson family.
Camille looked at her as if she were crazy, "Else, calm down. I know you're in pain right now, but you can't distort the facts! Your husband has already signed the divorce agreement, so you can rest assured now."
He signed it.
The man who had been away on business for so long and had no response to anything she did signed it.
This news was even more terrifying than the moment she was arrested, and Elsie stared at Camille incredulously.
"You can't do this..."
Seeing the woman's naturally rosy lips lose all color, Camille took the divorce agreement out of her bag and showed it to her.
Theobold's three words.
It was indeed his handwriting.
