“Stop making trouble. You’ve got no one left to shield you. Think about that.”
I was silent. What I had to do this week was to find the evidence they had framed me with, and then leave. In addition, during this time in prison, I kept thinking about it, and I always felt that the car accident that happened to me and my parents was unusual.
In the early morning, I had just finished taking care of my legs and was preparing to send the documents needed for departure to my assistant. I had just fallen asleep after doing all this when Huo Nancheng dragged me out of bed drunkenly.
“Margaret drank too much and isn’t feeling well. Go to the kitchen and make her something to eat.”
I was dragged to the kitchen, sitting in a wheelchair barefoot and groggy. Even when I said I didn’t know how to cook, Jeremiah didn’t believe a word.
I couldn't resist him. Last time, I refused to give up the passenger seat to Margaret, and Jeremiah tied me to the back of the car and dragged me for several kilometers.
Left with no choice,to leave safely, I made a simple egg drop soup.
Just then, Margaret walked in. She saw me quietly working at the stove, and the corners of her mouth curled into a sneer.