Chapter 196

YSABELLE

My fingers fidgeted at the handle of my handbag, patiently waiting for someone inside the visiting area. I glanced at my hand and saw sweat all over my palms.

I'm not nervous or scared, but rather, I feel anxious every time I'm here in a correctional facility.

Connor called me last night, wanting to see me. I was about to ignore him, but he begged.

I'm not here because I pity him. I just want to see his condition in a bad way after ten years of not hearing anything about him.

As far as I remember, the final verdict was thirty or forty years behind bars. And there is Paul, who received the worst sentence. The jury gave Paul a sentence of life in prison. Candice? She has the same verdict as Connor, but it was lessened five years ago because of her mental health.

How ironic.

The door opens and I meet Connor's lazy eyes. His hair grew long and messy, the same with his beard that I don't usually see. His white skin was now tanned and he looked skinnier than the last time I saw