The latter had no opposition to that, and they left together afterward.
Anthony and I were the only ones left but I wasn’t talking much since I had a lot on my mind.
All I did was asked about his injury before spacing out on the couch.
He stared at me for a moment before saying in a low voice, “Come here, Sienna.”
I looked up at him and saw that he was patting the spot next to him as he said with a faint smile, “Come sit.”
I got up and sat beside him as I returned a smile. I wanted to lie in his embrace but was afraid that it would hurt him, so I decided to just lean my head on his shoulder. I didn’t put any force on it as all I wanted was to just be near him.
He then raised his hand and pushed my head onto his shoulder before saying, “Don’t worry and just lean on me. It doesn’t hurt.”
I gave him a slight smile and felt my eyes burn. Forget it. I won’t ask him anything for now. We still have the rest of our lives ahead of us. There’s no point in bringing up irrelevant and insignificant matters.
The rain had become a normal thing in W City. It hadn’t stopped since the moment we arrived.
Since he was going to be discharged soon, Anthony decided that he would visit Jared at the prison.
I didn’t want to go at first. After all, I couldn’t bring myself to react with virtue instead of retaliation. But I could only agree to it since he wanted to go.
Jared’s Judgement of Criminal Responsibility was personally handled by Louis. No matter how capable the Crest family was, there was nothing they could do about it.
Sometimes, money was just too worthless when compared to power.
That was why Jared had been convicted of intentional assault and was sentenced to seven years in prison in the suburbs outside W City.
Both Cameron and Zachary didn’t want to see him, so they had chosen to ask a driver to bring us over instead.
The car stopped in front of the prison entrance. I looked up at the iron gate before me and it was so tall that just the gate alone was enough to daunt people.
“Summer will be twelve in seven years. These seven years will pass in the blink of an eye!” I said. I couldn’t help but feel mixed emotions about it.
Anthony smiled and reached out to take my hand. He patted the back of my hand and replied, “People have to pay for their mistakes.”
The driver then parked the car beside the road. The place was quite desolated so there were hardly any cars that passed by the place. We didn’t have to worry that there would be a lack of parking space too.
Anthony could basically walk on his own now and as long as there weren’t any large movements, there wouldn’t be any issues.
There was a rather small door at the side of the prison which was only allowed for the family members of the prisoners.
Since we had informed the people working there before we arrived, an officer was waiting for us by the door. At the sight of us, he stepped aside and greeted, “Mr. Featherstone, Mrs. Featherstone.”
Anthony nodded at him and held my hand as we followed the officer.
We immediately saw a rather miserable-looking path after we went through the door. A training field similar to a military training field was on both sides of the path, followed by a building where a police officer who guarded the prisoners was stationed there.
Before we even got to the visiting hall, the officer leading us seemed to know about Anthony’s injury as he started to slow down his pace.
After half an hour, we finally got to see Jared. He sat at the opposite of the thick glass partition. Both of his hands were cuffed, and he had a haggard look on his face.
However, his gaze was sharp and fierce as ever. He took his seat and stared at Anthony with pursed lips, but he didn’t reach for the receiver.
Jared leaned against the back of his chair leisurely as he continued staring disdainfully at the latter.
Is he planning to cut ties with Anthony?
I suddenly pitied him as I looked at him.
Both men were once best friends who had gone through bumps and twists in life together, but their friendship ended up like this.
I couldn’t help but sigh at that.
After a long time, Jared took the receiver and said while glaring at Anthony, “She’s really lucky.”
He was obviously talking about me.
I scowled at his words and couldn’t stop myself from clenching my fists. Pain shot up my arm since I accidentally exerted force on them.
I quickly took in a deep breath and continued listening to their conversation.
Anthony raised his brows and replied coldly, “You know that she’s innocent. She should never have gone through such a thing.”
Jared shifted his gaze to me and furrowed his brows slightly. “The scar on her face will always be there, and it can never go away.”
I subconsciously reached up to touch the scar on my face and felt an ache in my heart.
I was a normal human being after all. How could I not care about the scar on my face?
Anthony didn’t even care about his words. Instead, he said, “Have you ever considered that you’re the one who’s actually at fault, Jared?”
“That’s not possible!” the man suddenly shouted. His voice was heart-wrenching as he continued, “I can’t be wrong. You’re the ones who are wrong! Both of you!”
Instead of answering immediately, Anthony stared at him. But it was exactly this burning gaze on him that made his hand start to shake uncontrollably.
Jared started to become emotional, and he smashed the receiver in his hands. The former continued to keep silent as he stared at the prisoner.
A police officer walked over and immediately stopped Jared. He then gave Anthony a look that seemed to be asking him if he wanted to continue talking.
He shook his head and motioned for the officer to take Jared away. After that, he stared at them as they left with a grim look on his face.
About ten minutes later, the person in charge of the prison walked over to us and asked him, “Mr. Featherstone, the prisoner has settled down. Is there anything you want me to do?”
Anthony handed him a letter he was holding and said, “Hand this over to him. Tell him that I will take good care of Summer.”
The person in charge nodded and took the letter anxiously.
Once we left the prison and got into the car, I glanced at him in confusion. “Was that a letter from you?”
He shook his head and took a cigarette out. He was about to light it up, but quickly kept it when he noticed that I was staring at him.
“It’s from Naomi,” he said indifferently.
I shouldn’t have asked about anything related to Naomi but I couldn’t stop myself from doing so as I was curious.
“Can you tell me about Naomi, Anthony?”
He frowned and told the driver to drive before staring out the window.
A long while later, he finally looked at me and said, “Grandma always had a regret since she was young. She never got to return to her hometown and own a courtyard where she could plant all her favorite flowers and plants. She didn’t get to live a happy life with Grandpa with a dog and a cat.
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