Chapter 1112 Medical Parole (1/2)

”Piss off!”

Angered by his embarrassment, Bill growled and snarled curses behind the assistant's back. With a thin smile to savor his victory curving on his face, the assistant walked away.

Bill thought it was almost time for Darren to be released on parole.

In the West Prison

Darren was wearing a light blue prison uniform. His sullen face exuded an imposing aura despite the slight stubble on his chin.

Although he had been reduced to a prisoner, his overwhelming influence still left people terrified.

Anyone who looked him deeply in the eyes would feel scared and panicked.

With a casual glimpse at the iron chains binding his ankles, a disdainful smile crept onto his lips as he shuffled along.

”Sir?”

Seated in the visitors' room, Darren's arranged lawyer was waiting for him as expected. ”I need to talk to my lawyer in private. Could you excuse us for a few minutes?” Darren said as he saw the policeman standing beside him.

”Collusion.”

Darren had the right to talk privately with his lawyer. Clutching his baton, the policeman muttered a curse and finally left.

He stood guard right outside the door now.

”Psychosis?”

Darren tilted his head, ruminating. Tapping the documents the lawyer passed to him with his fingertips, he teased, ”Is this the way Bill plans to exonerate me?”

Psychosis was no laughing matter. If they didn't dot all their i's and cross all their t's, the rest of his life would be ruined in this prison, without any possibility of a turnaround.

”Please rest assured. I have everything prepared for you. You just need to state categorically that you have paranoid psychosis, and that you have completely forgotten what has happened. I will take care of the rest,”

the shrewd lawyer explained to Darren as he adjusted his glasses.