On the way back home, I spent my time reading through the news I had missed. My phone time had been limited in the prison…I mean, the hospital. So I had not been able to catch up on the news.
It felt like the world had moved on without me, buzzing with scandals while I had been locked away like a caged animal.
The article about us being attacked while coming back from the funeral was all the rage, swiftly followed by the news of Miss Anabella and her attempt to catch us.
But due to a lack of evidence, there had been thoughts of her being pardoned.
'Lack of evidence? More like abundance of money. I am sure the people who are benefiting from her charity want her to be proven innocent.'
Unfortunately, I was not going to allow them this opportunity. It was time to unleash the secret weapon I had been saving all this time - the video I took of the crime scene.
