BOOK 4–Chapter 1
Jonathon Quin drove under the Influence and hit someone with his car, but he Immediately took her away from the scene.
Because he was a lawyer, he knew the law inside out.
He helped his crush create a false impression of escaping out of fear, and the next day he took the sobered girl to surrender, while also contacting the victim’s family, hoping to obtain their forgiveness.
What he didn’t know was that the person who was killed by the moonlight was me.
And he was my only relative.
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“Jonathon, I killed someone, what should I do?”
At 1:30 in the morning, Mia Edgar called Jonathon crying for help.
Jonathon was shocked, but quickly regained his composure, “Don’t move now and don’t call the police. Wait for me.”
“Well, I waited for you.
Jonathon arrived at the scene twenty minutes later.
Mia grabbed onto his clothes, as if she had caught a lifeline.
She cried with tears streaming down her face.
It was as if she was the one who got hit and killed, not the woman lying on the ground in a pool of
blood.
“Did you drink alcohol?” Jonathon smelled the scent of alcohol on Mia and his expression became somewhat complicated.
Jonathon was a lawyer.
He knew the law inside out.
He was well aware of the punishment for causing death by drunk driving.
But he has always been upright, standing up for justice, unafraid of power, and unyielding to
money.
But at that moment, he hesitated.
He turned his head and glanced at the dead person lying on the ground, who had been turned into a
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pile of minced meat by Mia’s car running over his body directly.
Especially the head, only a mixture of blood and brain matter, the appearance of the deceased cannot be recognized at all.
So Jonathon didn’t recognize that the person was me.
I was clearly still wearing the blue dress that he accompanied me to buy last time.
And I should have known earlier.
Jonathon has never cared about me, he doesn’t care about anything I do, so how could he remember what I wore today?!
I watched him calmly surveying the surrounding environment.
As a seasoned lawyer, I had long possessed the ability to counter investigations.
This is a somewhat dim and secluded alley, with no one around and no traffic lights or sidewalks on the street. There are no surveillance cameras, and one of the nearby streetlights is also broken.
I saw a confident gleam in his eyes.
This was the expression he would have just before winning every lawsuit.
He had probably already thought about how to help Mia escape.
Even if it went against his conscience and principles.
He said, “Leave first, wait until you sober up, and I will take you to surrender.”
“Will I go to jail?” Mia asked nervously.
He told her firmly, “No.”
