Chapter 516

Ron:

Life had taken a very unexpected turn.

A turn where I was not at fault, yet I was accused.

The worst part was that it was not just any crime.

It was the murder of my dear grandmother, and I was thrown into prison for it.

Being imprisoned did not hurt as much as the accusation itself.

What consumed me was that my grandmother, whom I loved deeply, had been killed, and I was blamed while the real killer walked free.

Many times, the thought crossed my mind.

What if Yuvonne had actually arranged all of this?

After all, the text messages between her and her mother had surfaced.

They were cryptic.

If there was any truth to the accusations, it meant that I had brought a killer into my home and given her access and the chance to kill my grandmother.

Alone in the prison, these thoughts consumed my mind, burning through it and leaving no space for anything positive. I could not think of anything else.

“You have been working really hard, so here is an extra piece of bread for you.”

A warrior approached my table and tossed a loaf of bread at me.

The others laughed.

I picked it up and began to eat.

I had been humbled.

There were moments when I wanted to end it all, to lose control and fight everyone before escaping.

But then the accusations against my name would never be cleared.

So I endured.

“Don’t take their words to heart. They have nothing better to do,” the old man beside me said. He had been accused of killing his son and had been here for as long as anyone could remember.

He seemed kind. When I first heard what crime he had been accused of, I was stunned. A man like him, who had never hurt anyone in prison, killing his own son?

I asked him many times why it had happened, but he always gave the same answer.

It had been self-defense, and no one had listened. Now he simply let everyone call him a killer. It no longer bothered him.

“Well, they have the right to bully me. They think I killed my innocent grandmother,” I commented, eating the dry loaf of bread.

“But you did it,” the old man repeated.

Mr. Park was different from the others. When I told the prisoners that I had not killed my grandmother, they realized that was what hurt me most. So they reminded me of it every waking minute. But not Mr. Park. He never did.

“Besides, do you think these people are here on a picnic? They are already facing the worst punishment,” Mr. Park laughed, glancing at the warriors who grunted when they noticed we were likely talking about them.

After that, we ate in silence. That was how most of our days passed.

I carried on with life there, doing chores and waiting for my lawyer to appear.

He never did.

I requested permission to meet someone from outside to ask about the case.

No one responded.

I had been wronged in more ways than I had ever imagined.

Every day, I woke up in the basement cell and dealt with the so-called bullies of the prison.

I constantly had to watch my back for sudden attacks.

The rest of the day was spent working in the mines or in the woods chopping trees w

they ordered us.

Then I would return alone.

Completely alone.

Until one day, I had a visitor.

“Come on, Prisoner 207, you have a visitor,” a warrior called out.

The voice made me lift my head from the well where I was filling buckets.

That day, my task was to fill water buckets.

And not just a few.

They meant two hundred and seven buckets, the same number as my prisoner ID.

The task was not difficult, but I had to carry them one at a time, walking through the woods and across the mountains to where they were needed.

Every day, they gave us wolfsbane to prevent us from using our wolves.

I set the bucket down and approached the warrior as he held out the handcuffs.

After securing my hands in front of me, he led me back toward the prison.

It took thirty minutes to reach the meeting room.

I carried many expectations with me.

I had hoped Yuvonne would come.

She had remained in the back of my mind the entire time.

Even when the accusations against her became severe enough for me to suspect betrayal, I still wanted to see her content belongs t

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I needed to ask her why she had done what she had done.

At least she owed me that much.

I did not expect Madeline.

She was dealing with her own children.

Besides, she was a rogue.

She would not even be allowed to meet me.

My lawyer showing up would have been something.

But he never did.

As soon as the door opened, I stepped inside, only to see someone I had not expected at all.