Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1972

More than half a month later, the verdict was officially issued for Jarvy. According to the rules of the law, he was sentenced to three to ten years in prison for the crime of rape under the criminal law.

Jarvy made a failed attempt. His punishment should be reduced, but he had lied in court and slandered the plaintiff. Therefore, the court finally sentenced him to five years' imprisonment and immediately executed him.

When Keefe and Simone saw this verdict, they were about to die of anger.

They had consulted a lawyer before. The lawyer said their son only needed to be in prison for three years. But because he lied in court and refused to confess, the lawyer couldn't save him and reduce his imprisonment.

What else could Keefe and Simone do? They could only rush to the police station and cry bitterly with their son in their arms.

"Jarvy, now you have to stay in prison for two more years. What should your father and I do?"

Jarvy said with no expression, "How do I know what to do? Just stay in the prison obediently."

"Jarvy..." Simone was hurt by her son's indifferent attitude. "Are you complaining that your father and I failed to help you? In fact, we have already asked someone to help you, but there is really no other way! Son, I'm sorry..."

"Enough!" Jarvy frowned and interrupted, "I don't want to hear this anymore! I just need you to do me a favor!"

"What favor?"

Jarvy's gloomy face was tinged with a trace of madness. "I want you to find someone to rape Maryanne!"

While Keefe and Simone were still in a state of shock, Jarvy said, "I know which hotel she lives in. All you need to do is to arrange a few people to wait for her to show up at the hotel's restaurant."

Then, ask them to knock her out and then drag her into the bathroom to rape her. I'll also need them to take photos of Maryanne and upload them online. I'm going to ruin her and let Hobart have a taste of pain!"

Keefe and Simone looked at him in shock, and it took a long time to find their voices back, "Jarvy, are you bewitched? Do you still think that you haven't learned enough?"

Jarvy said, "Dad, mom, do you know that I'm disabled now? I can no longer reproduce because of the siblings of Home of Smith. Aren't you angry?"

"Of course we are!" Keefe said painfully, "However, your mother and I do not intend to take revenge on the Home of Smith in this way. In this way, the three of us will be in prison."

Hearing that, Jarvy's eyes became very sarcastic, "Are you afraid?"

Keefe emphasized, "This is a crime!"

"Ha!" Jarvy laughed sharply, "You are afraid of offending the backer behind Maryanne, so you just watch me turning into a good-for-nothing and not doing anything!"

Keefe opened his eyes wide and looked at him sadly and incredulously, "Are you... are you really our son?”

Jarvy asked sensitively, "What? Now that I'm disabled, you don't even want to treat me as your son anymore, do you?"

"You, you..." Keefe's voice trembled. He finally turned his face away and said in a hoarse voice, "Simone, let's go back!"

Simone covered her mouth with her hand and burst into tears. She pitied her son, but he was wrong. How could they make things worse?

"Jarvy, have a good rest. Your father and I will come to see you next time."

Jarvy showed an expression of pain. "Come on, you'd better hurry up and give birth to another child, in case I won't be able to reproduce!"

Keefe and Simone did not expect that he would say such words at all. At Simone's age, the probability of giving birth to one more child was basically zero. It was obvious that Jarvy was laughing at them!

This child... was really out of his mind!

They invited a doctor for him, found a lawyer for him, and begged for mercy for him, but in return, he returned kindness with ingratitude. Keefe and Simone felt that they had probably raised a devil and quickly left the prison.

After they left, Jarvy smiled strangely. It did not matter. Since they did not agree, he could let Louis do it.

Soon, Louis and others who had been released from prison rushed over after hearing the news.

Jarvy looked at them, and his expression had already returned to its original state, and he even had a slight smile on his face.

Louis patted him on the shoulder. "Jarvy, I feel so sorry for you!"

Others also comforted him with pity. Since they were released from prison, they had been looking for connections everywhere just to reduce Jarvy's sentence. But now it seemed that it had no effect at all.

Jarvy did not care about being in jail for a few years. He only wanted to make the siblings of Home of Smith suffer, "Louis, I have something to ask of you."

Louis and the others naturally asked, "What is it?"

Jarvy repeated the plan just now, and as a result, the whole room was silent.

"Is that okay?" He couldn't wait to ask.

"Well..." Louis asked helplessly, "Jarvy, are you still not willing to give up?"

Jarvy said, “I know what you are afraid of. Once the matter is revealed, you can put the blame on me. Anyway, I have to be in prison for five years. It doesn't matter if I have to stay here longer."

After a moment of silence, Louis said sincerely, "Jarvy, you'd better give up. There's obviously someone behind Maryanne. We can't fight against him."

He was fighting without scruple. Instead, Hobart's men retreated continuously. It was not that Milton had mastered some unique martial arts, but Patrick's men were very good. They were no match for them at all.

Because they made such a big noise, many security guards inside the hotel ran out.

Patrick's men immediately stopped and stepped forward to reveal their identities to the security guards. When the security guards heard of Patrick's name, they immediately stood on the same side as Milton.

Milton was speechless. Was Patrick's name a death- free gold medal? Was it useful no matter where he went?

At this moment, one of Patrick's men said, "Mr. Cook, go ahead and find Miss Maryanne Smith. We can handle this."

"Okay, thank you." Milton thanked him solemnly and walked into the hotel.

Then he took the elevator to the corresponding floor according to the guest room number that Maryanne had told him on the phone.

Moments later...

Milton looked carefully at the room number in front of him. After confirming it, he rang the doorbell.

A few seconds later, the door opened and a fragrant and soft body jumped into his arms, making his heart flutter.

He couldn't help but put his arm around her waist, took her into the room, and kissed her against the door. His other hand slammed the door shut so that no one could see it.

"Oh, honey, don't...!"

God knew what Milton had done, which made the passionate Maryanne a little overwhelmed.

"Maryanne, we've been waiting for this day, haven't we?"

Milton kept her lips in his mouth. After he vaguely said that, he held her up by the waist and walked towards the big bed.

Maryanne wrapped her arms around his neck, looking confused.

It was not until she realized that she was gently placed on the bed that she asked, "Dear, what, what do you want to do?"

Milton unbuttoned his shirt and announced to Maryanne, "I don't want to endure anymore."

Maryanne looked at his exposed collarbone and chest and gulped.

When he grabbed onto his belt and bent down, Maryanne subconsciously placed her hand on his chest and asked him curiously, "Didn't we agree not to do it before marriage? Why is it so sudden?"