Trapped with a Lawyer

Chapter 213 You Are The Father

There wasn't any contact information with her, so the police couldn't notify her family, not to mention

any of her relatives or friends.

Therefore, Ella, Eason and Anna had no idea of how long Judith had been dead for.

On that day, after Judith left the Emerald Community, Anna didn't argue with Eason, except that she felt

a little down, understandably so. And their life went back to normal.

Ella also felt blue after she returned to The Royal Mansion. She had tried to contact Judith, but just like

ten years ago, she disappeared again without a portent and was seemingly difficult to find.

So she finally gave up looking for her.

Since Ella was fully recovered, she began to accept performing assignments. The roles Eden had Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

accepted for her were all heroines and advertisements with big companies.

One day, when Ella flew to Green Cold Country to shoot, she saw a piece of news accidentally.

Emma, the former director of Changyue company, had been arrested by the police on charges of

intentional injury, attempted murder, and suspected sex trafficking. More than ten days later, she was

sentenced to 30 years in prison by the court.

The netizens wondered who she had deliberately hurt and who she wanted to kill.

But there were still many people who scolded her and Catherine. One was suspected of sexual

intercourse, the other was a mistress. Their punishments would never be enough in their eyes.

Everyone was waiting for Catherine's death penalty, whose reputation had been completely tarnished.

In the men's prison.

After Drake's incessant requests to have a meeting, Samuel made time and went to the prison.

Drake's short hair had been shaved and he looked much thinner than before. It seemed that he had

suffered a lot in prison.

Seeing Samuel, he was so excited that he sprang up to pick the phone.

"Samuel, I'll tell you a secret. Only if you can let Emma go."

He knew that Emma was sentenced to 30 years after overhearing a discussion between several prison

guards. He guessed that it had something to do with Samuel. Therefore, he gave all the money his

family had sent to him to the warden, hoping to have a chance to see Samuel.

Looking through the glass window, Samuel stared at the anxious Drake closely. 'He really loves Emma.'

"Tell me what the secret is."

"I know all the details of how Ella was drugged and framed four years ago." What Drake said made

Samuel's brows knit.

But he just said,"No need. I already know who did that."

It couldn't have been anyone but Catherine.

"You know it was Catherine, right? But do you know who made Ella pregnant?" Drake knew what he

was talking about.

He even helped Catherine to find some people to do that. Of course, he wasn't going to tell Samuel

about this.

Samuel's grip on the phone tightened. Drake had the answer to the question that Samuel had wanted

to know. 'Who was he?'

Once he knew, he would kill him.

"I'll make sure that your sentence is reduced if you tell me who did it, but not for anyone who hurt my

wife." There was no way to persuade him to help in reducing Emma's sentence.

Drake still wanted to try again. But Samuel's attitude was quite firm. He had to give up.

Drake made up his mind that after he got out, he would rescue Emma.

Drake was sentenced to 15 years. "Remission of 10 years." He had an extravagant wish.

"Five years." Such people like Drake, should be punished by long jail sentences, letting them reflect

and reform.

"Samuel, it's easy for you to help me get out of jail. Why wouldn't you take pity on me? I'm your cousin!"

Although Samuel was a lawyer, he had connections with prominent people in the justice system. It was

a well-kept secret, but Drake knew.

"Drake, I don't have much time." He warned flatly. If Drake wouldn't say what he knew, Samuel would

leave.

Since all had passed, he and Ella were in a good place, there was no need to dwell in the past.

Everything that happened then, he was blaming Catherine for it, and would ensure that she paid for

them.

But if he only knew who the man was, he would only fix one more person.

Drake knew that Samuel didn't have much patience, so he hurriedly said what he knew,"Okay, that guy

was Sum..."

The moment that man's name came out from Drake's mouth, Samuel squinted.

Drake shrank back. When did Samuel become so awful?

He continued,"However, Sum was also drugged that night. That child was not Sum's. Samuel, you are

the father of that child."

Catherine told him later that the action had failed. Ella had run away before anything could happen.

'That child was not Sum's, Samuel, you are the father of that child'.

These words, like a flash of lightning, echoed in his mind.

'Samuel, you are the father of that child!'

The child whom he forced Ella to abort was his.

Flashes of memory creeped back into his mind, of Ella crying and telling him that the child was his, and

her desperate request not to abort four years ago.

'Sam! I wasn't forced to do anything.'

'Nothing happened that night, really!'

'Please trust me!'

'Sam! please! Don't let me abort!'

...

Ella begged and begged but Samuel didn't listen. The supplications flushed Samuel's every nerve

repeatedly.

Samuel put down the receiver feebly to end the call with Drake who was taken away later. Samuel

didn't respond to his outcry, but just sat there, gazing into space.

He recalled that his distrust with Ella contributed to her despair and sadness.

Of course, she must have been extremely distressed and hated him for not believing her and forcing

her to abort their baby.

Samuel was glad that Ella had forgiven him and promised to be with him forever.

Her smile, furor and sexiness, were all he needed. His mind flooded with all the positive attributes

about her.

'Ella, Ella, Ella, You were so good to me, and I didn't deserve you!' Samuel shook his head in disbelief

that he was ever that foolish, to let a good woman like her go.

Finally he looked at his trembling hands, and clenched them tightly. It was his hands that killed his

baby.

He was that kind of person. How could he say he loves her?

How could he be so lucky to deserve such a good woman like her?

Samuel, you were a fucking idiot!

Samuel knew that Ella was shooting a commercial in the North of the city that day. He kicked away the

stool and drove at a neck-breaking speed all the way to the studio.

In the studio.

Ella was wearing a bizarre black dress, with a feathered hat on her head. She wore heavy make-up

and near-black lipstick.

She was surrounded by a dozen of crew members, and slowly took her position in front of the camera.

Just then, the door of the studio burst open with a loud bang, and Ella nearly fell.

"Shit..." When the photographer saw who had walked in, he swallowed his smut words. He didn't need

that kind of trouble.