Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South] Chapter 1403
Catherine frowned deeply.
She had spent a lot of effort to put Jeffery Jones and Sally Lennon in jail.
Unexpectedly, they would be released before even four years had passed.
No one could accept something like this.
“What were their contributions?” Catherine asked curiously.
“I’m not sure.” Forrest shook his head.
Catherine’s brows wrinkled. “It doesn’t make sense. What contributions could remit more than 20 years of their prison sentence? I wonder if… it has something to do with Rebecca.”
Freya was surprised. “You suspect that she’s back? That’s impossible. After Jeffery and his wife went to jail, Rebecca ran away without a care for her parents and hasn’t returned. That kind of person has no conscience at all.”
“I don’t know, but Australia is her home. It’s normal for her to come back.” Catherine sighed.
“But does she have the ability to save Jeffery and his wife?”
“ She’s been hiding in the dark, and I’ve never won against her in our later confrontations. If she’s really back, she must have made preparations.” Deep concern flashed in Catherine’s eyes.
The matter with Wesley was not solved yet, and Shaun was fighting against the Campos family. If Rebecca came back now, it would be troublesome.
Rodney looked left and right. “Who’s Rebecca?”
Freya glared at him. “Cathy’s cousin. She’s a terrible woman, maybe even more terrible than Sarah.”
The shop was on an old street in Melbourne.
She entered the large flower shop and said, “Mister, give me some flowers, please.”
“Got it.” The man quickly prepared the flowers and handed them to her.
“Do you sell wreaths?” Catherine asked.
“No.” The man shook his head. “A young man came by earlier and bought all of my stock. He probably wants to pay tribute to an elder.”
Catherine was stunned. It seemed like there were weirdos everywhere. “Okay, I’ll look elsewhere then.”
However, after going to around five shops, she found that the wreaths had all been bought by the same person.
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