My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict!

Chapter 208

“T-there you are,” Grace said dryly while leaning sideways to

let Jason into the room.

“Sis, you must’ve waited a long time.” Jason laughed and walked over to the desk. He saw copies of the case file which Grace had left opened on the desk.

His black eyes squinted slightly as he reached out to pick up a few documents and looked through them. “Is Sis looking at that case again?”

Grace’s body stiffened a little. She had mentioned this case to Jason before, but at the time, she did not know his true identity. Now that she knew, there was a lingering embarrassment and helplessness to talk about this case

again.

After all, no matter how much she thought she was innocent, the car accident had really happened. Plus, the person who died in the car accident was his fiancée!

delay in answering,

just… looking,” she replied as she swallowed the sudden.

of saliva in her

Are you trying to reverse the verdict by looking at these materials?” He was talking as if he was just chatting casually,

course, she wanted to

that the witnesses from then were nowhere to be found, and the physical evidence was all a heap of hard evidence.

years in prison, Lina had spent so much money, time, and energy to overturn her case but failed. When Grace got out of jail with no money in hand, she even had to ask her best friend to help cover her medical expenses that cost just short

lawyer herself, she knew how much it would cost to get a lawyer to overturn a

evidence, the police could not waste police resources to re-investigate. She

you want to get to the bottom of the

her car in my direction? Is there something else going on? Don’t you want to know why the woman you love did it?”

“The woman I love, eh?” At the end of his sentence, his voice slightly rose

Atkinson was your fiancée. Isn’t she… the woman you love?” She was confused at his

put down the documents in his hand and slowly walked up to her, peeping down at her. “Sis, you’ve got half of it wrong. Jennifer Atkinson was my

startled, his voice still