Chapter 8 Ian's Crime

True. I was still conscious after Fred tied me to the rock and beat me up. When I realized the ground around me was shaking and sliding, I struggled hard. Still, I could not undo the ropes. All I could do was suffer as the mud slowly filled my nose and mouth.

Back then, I had instinctively called out for my parents.

However, one of them was dreaming with his beloved wife in his arms while the other was putting her dear daughter to bed. No one cared about me.

All I could do was wait for death in that cramped space.

"What about it? I told you, she's just cursed. Anyway, Fred is just 16. You can't give him a heavy sentence. He didn't mean to do it. Just have him pay his respects at Denise's grave next year."

Isla's lack of care was clear. In her eyes, my life was worth nothing. Fred was still a minor, so no matter how solid the evidence was, he would not be sentenced heavily.

The police officers who heard her began grinding their teeth in anger.

"The law protecting minors is meant