At this moment, all I can do for my sister is to provide clues to the police.

And by choosing to tell the whole truth, I had to report Jiang Qiqi, who was also in the hospital.

It's very difficult to handle the situation, but I can only tell the truth and hope Jiang Qiqi can also show some merit.

Soon, the police gave me feedback and confirmed that there was indeed a call during the time period I mentioned, but it was from a ghost number and the source could not be traced.

Furthermore, during the interrogation of Sister Hua, she insisted that it was just a scam call.

Am I going to have to watch Brother Mai escape from justice again?

I am unwilling, and every night I dream of my sister's unwilling eyes before her death.

If Brother Mai cannot be brought to justice, I will not have the courage to reunite with my sister even after I die.

This kind of emotional turmoil tortures me repeatedly, until the warden tells me that my boyfriend has come to visit me.

Luo Junyu sat across from me, separated by a large glass window, urgently gesturing for me to pick up the phone next to me.

"Jingjing, are you okay? Don't worry, I will find the best lawyer to defend you. You won't have to stay in there for too long..."

I stared blankly at him, a terrifying thought rising in my mind.

Luo Junyu, one of the most important people in my life, might be the one I spend my life chasing as the killer. I need an answer, a definitive answer.

So, trembling, I opened my lips and said the first sentence of today's visit:

"Brother Mai, is it you? Did you call Sister Hua?"

My voice was trembling, and so was my heart. I fixed my determined gaze on him, wanting to force him to give me an answer.

"What are you talking about, Jingjing? What happened to you? What did they say to you in there?"

"Answer me."

Luo Junyu's previously excited emotions suddenly calmed down, frowning as he looked at me.

He didn't say anything, his eyes filled with speculation, astonishment, indifference, and despair...

He did not answer me, neither confirming nor denying, not even lying to me.

Silently, he put down the phone and left in confusion.

I cried and pounded on the glass window, shouting at his receding figure, but he would never hear me.

"You can't treat me like this... I'm pregnant... How am I supposed to face the child..."