Chapter 490 May I Ask You A Favor (2/2)

”You mean without eyewitnesses, we don't have enough evidences to guarantee a death penalty. Am I understanding you correctly?” Jean asked with a strange expression on her face.

”I'm afraid so. Even Charlie and Kate who were involved in this case didn't witness the actual act of the murder. Their testimonies were insufficient to sentence Joy to death.” Zed explained and nodded.

”Not even with Joy's own confession? But that doesn't make any sense

”You're my wife in name only, on paper only. My heart and love will never be yours.”

Edward made it clear to Daisy that she was nothing to him. They were both victims of family greed -- the marriage was arranged for them.

Six years passed. She remained quiet, gaining a reputation in the army as a tough-as-nails colonel. When she walked into his life again, Edward fell in love with this woman...

might live, but her life would forever be under the roof of a jail,” Zed told her.

”Wait! I thought you said there wasn't enough evidence to convict her,” Jean asked. She looked at Zed with surprise.

”You heard me right. The evidences we have are not enough to put Joy on the death penalty, but it is enough to convince a jury into a life sentence,” Zed explained.

”That being the case, I think I can safely say that I won't feel so guilty with my mother for that. I can live with that.” Jean looked happy to hear this. She took a breath and her face finally softened.

”Silly girl!” Zed teased her. He gently rubbed her hair and continued,”It was your kind heart that was happy for Joy to be alive. But Jean, you should be careful. Otherwise people might take advantage of your kindness and softness.”

”Take advantage of me?” said Jean. She smiled through her tears, and continued,”Impossible. It's you who I am married to. You would never let it happen!”

”Oh you, what am I going to do with you? One moment, you were crying like a baby. And the next, you are joking,” Zed replied in fake exasperation. After a moment, he continued in a softer tone,”Anyway, let's get home and fresh up. And wipe your tears, silly, or else, we'll have to deal with the pile of questions my mother is going to nervously ask after seeing them.”

”Will do,” Jean nodded. She immediately wiped her face by her hands. It was only then that she saw the tissue Zed had passed to her. She felt shy and stuck her tongue out.

Zed groaned and took it back. But beneath his spurious tiredness was hidden his concern for Jean.