Edgar and His Destined Wife
Chapter 458

Chapter 458

She asked hesitantly, just in case she recognized the wrong person.

Jean didn't mind at all and smiled at her.

"I was here for a year. My serial number was 3877."

She signed her name and passed the pen back.

As she opened the door, the policewoman said, "I knew I got the right person. No one is as hardworking as you."

After the metal gates were open, a breeze blew past her, uncovering some hidden memories.

"The visiting room is right in front. You have half an hour."

Jean nodded and thanked her before walking up the stairs.

Gigi was not the only one she was here to visit; she wanted to visit Sheena as well, the prisoner with the highest sentence there.

"Haha! I didn't expect you to visit me!"

Sheena was a rather plump woman with short hair.

As she had been there for the longest time, she exuded a different vibe from other people.

"I've been missing you guys since I got out"

Jean admitted.

Sheena smiled at her meaningfully.

"I know. Nicole and the rest received your snacks and presents. When they saw the news, they thought about helping you out. But don't worry about that I've already given them a lecture." With that, Sheena got up.

"I'm delighted you're here to see me, but please refrain from coming again. This is a dirty place; we are people from different worlds, after all"

She turned around with tears in her eyes.

"Take care of yourself"

"Sheena!"

Feeling touched, Jean quickly said, "You took care of me when I was here.I would like you to do the same to my sister too."

Ten minutes later, Sheena walked out of the room and crossed paths with Gigi.

She mumbled, "You guys are similar — as annoying as each other when we first met"

As she walked along, she recalled Jean's first day- she screamed out loud when she saw a mouse.

Sheena shook her head and smiled.

"Sure.I'm indebted to you anyway."

Gigi had no clue who requested to see her, so she pulled a long face when she entered the room. Her eyes lit up when she saw Jean after opening the door. She quickly went to the phone. "I've already adapted to life here. You don't have to worry about me" she said, pleasantly surprised.

Jean let her speak for a few minutes before slowly taking the phone.

"I've started with Sam, but I need more time with Edbert."

Gigi froze briefly before replying, "Okay."

To her, Sam was no longer her father. He had no conscience at all.

"One more thing, Edbert knew all along that we are siblings.I suspect he might be related to the person who took you away"

Jean looked at Gigi seriously.

"If you know anything, tell me."

While she was speaking, the police officer on duty reminded them.

"It's almost time"

Jean felt slightly uneasy seeing how much weight Gigi had lost.

She couldn't understand how she felt, but when she was about to put the phone down, Gigi said clearly, "Jean, take care of yourself. Those guys will do anything in their favor. They know it's disadvantageous for you that I turned myself in. You have to..."

A lump formed in her throat.

Sam had never treated Gigi as a daughter.

To him, she was just a tool.

"I'm doing well here, so don't worry about me.I deserve this after all I've done. After coming here, I even felt less stressed' Jean froze when Gigi smiled and waved at her after putting down the phone. She has really put the past behind her.

Under such circumstances, she can still flash such a genuine smile.

It's usually even more difficult for people behind bars.

At the same time, dozens of media companies posted information stating Sam still had some assets left and creditors were breaking into his house.

Everything in his house was taken away within a few hours - even the carpet.

He sat on the floor dejectedly, glaring at the ceiling as he vented, "It must be Gigi! I raised her for nothing..."

A car stopped by his house.

Sam yelled, "You're late.I don't even have a single penny now!"

His suits and watches had all been taken away.

The clothes he was wearing were the only ones left.

The man got out of the car and walked into the house with a stern expression. He towered over Sam.

"It's you!"

Sam went rigid with shock upon seeing him.

When he returned to his senses, he patted the dust from his trousers and stood up.

"Mr.Royden, welcome. But I don't have anything to welcome you with: He used to dream of having Edgar as his son-in-law, but reality gave him a brutal wake-up call about how foolish he used to be. "Royden Group once bought over some of Reece Group's shares.I can sell them to you at a low price"

Edgar said coldly, looking around at the empty house.

Sam was not an idiot after all he knew very well that there must be some terms and conditions. However, greed took the better of him.

"For real?"

"The terms are..."

Upstairs, Winnie hid behind a pillar, listening to the conversation downstairs.

She quickly dialed Jean's number.

"I have something to tell you. Edgar is speaking to Sam now."

On the other end, Jean was meeting Joseph at the police station.

There was a faint frown on her face when she heard the news.

"Keep an eye out for me on their discussion" she instructed in a low voice.

Then, she put her phone down and looked at Joseph squarely.

"As someone who submitted evidence to the case, I should have the right to know why the police stopped investigating this"

Though the reason was apparent, she wanted a concrete answer so she would not wrongly blame Edgar.

Joseph replied sternly, "This is the decision of the police.I have nothing else to tell you, but please believe that we won't let any criminals off the hook." Jean laughed exasperatedly upon hearing that.

"Officer Bunnings, I want the case to be resolved with an answer that will let us know the truth.

You don't have to brush me off with your standard reply, At that moment, Jean finally understood why Charles didn't trust the police.

Joseph hesitated briefly before getting up and closing his door.

"Ms. Eyer, I have a question for you. Your father, Gary, wasn't injured because of this case. Why do you insist on reopening it?"

After all, twenty years had passed.

The people related might not even be alive anymore; take Paul for an example.

Joseph looked at her firmly.

"If my reason can convince you, will the police continue the investigation?"

Jean cocked her head.

"Or do you have to bow your head to a more powerful person?"