When she unveils identities novel (Shirley and Braden)
Chapter 573

Chapter 573 Manslaughter

Shirley arrived at the detention center where Nancy was being held and straightforwardly addressed the person in charge. "I want to bail out Nancy. How much does it cost? Name your price?

The person in charge was an experienced old warden nearing his fifties, having encountered all kinds of people throughout his career. Individuals like Shirley, who had both wealth and power, were not uncommon. He continued sorting through the case files without even glancing at Shirley, and replied indifferently, "This suspect has a special situation and does not qualify for bail. You can go back."

'But she either killed someone or set a fire. Why doesn't she qualify for bail? If the information is correct, she acted in self-defense and retaliated against the troublemakers. That should be considered a justifiable defense. How did it turn into a criminal offense?' Shirley argued passionately with the old warden.

'Justifiable defense?" The old warden finally looked up, his sharp gaze briefly glancing at Shirley. Unexpectedly, he coldly said, "Your information is outdated. The victim received ineffective treatment and died this morning at nine o'clock. Based on the surveillance footage, the suspect committed manslaughter due to negligence, not excessive self-defense. She has violated criminal law. Even if you offer mountains o gold, you won't be able to take her away."

'Manslaughter... due to negligence?" Shirley was dumbfounded on the spot. She hadn't anticipated the situation to be this serious. If it involved murder and criminal charges, there was indeed no way for Nancy to be released on bail.

'Yes, in the case of manslaughter due to negligence, unless the victim's family forgives her, she won't be able to leave for three to five years. It's a pity!" The old warden shook his head and sighed, "In my opinion, all of you who came one after another are just wasting your efforts. The only person who would forgive her, Steven Beltran, has been murdered. Who else would forgive her?"

'One after another?" Shirley quickly inquired, "Are you saying that there were others who came to bail out my friend?"

'Of course. The other person is even wealthier than you and more troublesome to deal with. They tried to intimidate and bribe me, but I threw them out.' The old warden reminisced, leaving a deep impression. "Quite the devoted lover, I must say."

Shirley didn't have time to think too much and asked the old warden, "Can I go and see my friend?"

The old warden glanced at the clock on the wall and raised an eyebrow. "In principle, it's not allowed. However, seeing how desperate you are, I'll make an exception. You'll only have thirty minutes." 'Thank you!" Shirley deeply bowed to the old warden. Accompanied by the staff, she proceeded to the cell where Nancy was held.

It was a six-person cell, with women of different ages sleeping on a common bunk bed. They ate, drank, and used the toilet in that room, making the environment cramped and unpleasant.

Nancy sat alone in a corner, her hair disheveled, wearing a numb expression.

'Hey, didn't you hear me? Come here and give me a foot massage!" a robust woman shouted at her.

She was the leader of the cell, a powerful figure on the outside with several homicides under her belt. She had recently been apprehended.

The other female inmates in the cell were afraid of her and looked up to her, but Nancy, being new, didn't give her any face. As a result, she had been targeted repeatedly.

The robust woman, not receiving any respect from Nancy, got up and approached her. She grabbed Nancy's hair and viciously said, 'Still pretending to be deaf? I fucking told you to come here and massage my feet!"

'Don't touch me!" Nancy wasn't one to be trifled with either. She slapped the robust woman back.

'Damn it, looking to die!" The robust woman lost her temper and called out to the other female inmates, "Beat her hard, beat her to death!"

The other women rushed toward Nancy, delivering punches and kicks. Nancy couldn't match their numbers, and her eyes and mouth were injured.

"What are you doing? Mutiny!" The prison guard heard the commotion and quickly rushed over. Only then did the women disperse.

'How are you, Number 29?" the guard asked Nancy.

'I'm fine," Nancy wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth with her sleeve and replied coldly.

'Tidy up a bit. Someone is here to visit."

'Someone... someone is here to visit?" Nancy's numb eyes flickered with a trace of brightness, but it quickly dimmed.

She knew she had fallen into a trap this time, and no one could save her.

After a brief tidying up, Nancy followed the guard to the visitation room.

'Shirley, you're back?" As soon as she saw Shirley, Nancy ran excitedly toward the iron gate.

'Nancy, I'm late. You've suffered!" Shirley rushed toward the iron gate, choking up as she looked at Nancy.

Separated by the iron gate, they could only see each other through a narrow window.

'What happened to your eyes? And why are your mouth and corners of your lips injured?' Shirley keenly noticed Nancy's injuries and exclaimed anxiously, "Someone, help! My friend is hurt. Where's the doctor? Get the doctor here!"

'Hush, Shirley, don't worry. I'm fine. Getting bruised here is normal. We finally have a chance to meet. Let's talk for a while!" Nancy pressed her hands against the handcuffs, her slender fingers gripping the iron bars. She spoke urgently.

She knew that the visitation time was only thirty minutes, and if the doctor came to examine her, she wouldn't have a chance to speak with Shirley.

'Nancy, tell me, what happened exactly? How did things escalate to this point?" Shirley hurriedly asked Nancy, racing against time. She needed to know the sequence of events to replace a breakthrough and get Nancy out.

'This... it's no one else's fault but mine. I couldn't control my temper. The other party threatened me, and I acted impulsively. That place was under construction, and his head hit a nail..." Nancy wiped away her tears and said desolately, "The nail pierced his occiput. Unless something unexpected happened, he won't survive. And now, I'm undoubtedly a murderer."

'Don't worry, it wasn't intentional. The circumstances shouldn't be too severe. I have the best lawyer, and they will replace a way to save you. I'm sure of it," Shirley reassured her. She wasn't an expert in law, but she knew she would do whatever it took to save Nancy. This place was simply unfit for human habitation.

'Nancy, don't blame yourself. After all, it was you who saved me and my brother's lives. That's why I did everything I did, and I have no regrets. Even if I could turn back time, I would still do the same," Shirley said firmly.

'Nancy, please, don't say any more. I don't care. I won't let anything happen to you. Even if I have to blow up this detention center, I will get you out..."

The two women, separated by the iron gate, cried their hearts out. The scene was heartbreaking and touched anyone who witnessed it.

'Cough cough, Number 29, tidy up. You can be released without charges." The prison guard suddenly knocked on the iron gate and emotionlessly informed Nancy.

'W-What? Am I hearing correctly? I can leave?" Nancy's eyes still held tears, unable to believe what she was hearing.

Because she had just received news that the person she accidentally pushed had been declared dead due to ineffective rescue. Logically... even if she didn't receive a sentence of five years, she should have been imprisoned for at least three years. How could she suddenly be released without charges?