Love Comes To Me
Chapter 1379: Don't Blame Her for Turning the Other Cheek

"It might take a while for the lady to get home." Attorney Javiero weighed his words and continued after a brief pause, "Chairman, you need to persuade the lady to stop, try to behave, and perhaps reduce her sentence if she behaves herself." "It should be clear to you that I want more than a reduced sentence." Rawlins' eyes narrowed slightly and there was an invisible aura of compulsion, "but an acquittal."

"I know." The Javiero lawyer's heart fluttered and he hastened to explain, "Then it will take some time."

Rawlins was well aware that this could not be rushed, there were so many connections to make with him that it was indeed going to take a long time.

He thought for a moment, "I'll see Earlene tomorrow and calm her down before she starts up again."

The Leoz family had withdrawn their complaint, and now all that mattered was how Earlene herself behaved.

If she didn't stop, things would only get worse.

...

Early the next morning, Rawlins made his way to the J-town detention center.

He sat in the empty room, eyes fixed on the closed door.

After about ten minutes, the door opened.

Earlene walked in, followed by two police officers.

Rawlins watched her approach with a look of barely concealed excitement.

In contrast to her excitement, Earlene's face was indifferent, and she looked at him without a trace of warmth, as if she were looking at a stranger. Although she had always been cold to herself, this time it was completely different.

Her eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, gray and dull, without any light.

Seeing her in that state made Rawlins heart ache somewhere.

Something caught in his throat and he took a long moment before softly calling out, "Earlene."

At the sound of the familiar voice, a faint ripple finally emerged in Earlene's eyes, but her lips were tightly pursed and she remained speechless.

Rawlins took a deep breath to ease the choking feeling in her heart and spoke, "The Leoz family dropped the case."

Earlene's pupils tightened and her voice became raspy as she spoke, "What did you say?"

"I said The Leoz family has withdrawn the case." Rawlins' voice was distinctly soft, without the slightest hint of impatience.

"Ha, ha, ..." Earlene suddenly laughed, a derisive laugh, "Are you consoling me?"

How was it possible that The Leoz family, who hated her so much and wanted to see her all the way to the bottom of jail, would withdraw their complaint? "It was the grandmother who asked for clemency."

Rawlins watched Earlene's smile, which was worse than tears, slowly tighten.

"It wasn't necessary."

The idea that her grandmother would go begging people in The Leoz Family for her sake was something she'd rather have done a few more years in jail for herself. "Grandma's heart is with you and she wants you out as soon as possible."

That said, Rawlins gently advised, "You should stop, be well, and I'll find a way to get you out as soon as possible."

Earlene did not respond.

Rawlins, fearing that she might disobey, added, "Before you do anything, think of Grandma, doesn't it hurt you that she has to worry about you at an advanced age?"

At this, Earlene's gaze twitched and she asked in a cold voice, "It's my grandmother, wouldn't it hurt me?"

A small smile tugged at the corners of Rawlins mouth, "Well be a good girl, you know."

Earlene's brow furrowed, "Rawlins don't treat me like a child, I ..."

"I'm not treating you like a child." Rawlins interrupted and looked deeply at her, "I know you're smart enough to know what's good for you."

Soon the meeting was over.

The policeman behind Earlene pulled her to her feet.

Seeing this, the Rawlins stood up and tried to stop them, but on second thought, thinking about who they were, they could only slowly withdraw their hands and watch as the police took Earlene away. A stony silence took over the room.

The Rawlins sat for a few moments with their heads down, before getting up and leaving.

Back in the tiny room, Earlene slowly slid slowly against the wall until she was sitting on the floor, facing the one small window on the wall.

It was high.

A bit of sky was faintly visible.

Her gaze was indifferent, unable to see a trace of emotion.

In fact, inside she already felt agitated.

She could not imagine that The Leoz family would agree to drop the case, or rather, she did not know on what terms her grandmother had committed herself to The Leoz family.

The Leoz family didn't think she would be grateful if they didn't prosecute, did they?

At that thought, she snorted coldly, and a tinge of sadness appeared in her eyes.

They owed her.

If it hadn't been for her, Marcos would be dead at Y.

Her eyes narrowed slowly, since the Marcoses had been ungrateful, they wouldn't blame her for turning her back on them.

When she gets out, she won't let The Leoz family escape!

...

As Ms. Gloria said, even though The Leoz family withdrew their case, the kidnapping case was still running its normal course, and not much had changed as a result of the withdrawal. Earlene was still in jail.

With Earlene out of the picture, life is getting quieter.

Marcos leaves early and comes home late and is getting better at his job.

His only regret is that he still doesn't remember many things.

That day, Paulina gets up early to prepare breakfast for Marcos.

She prepares Marcos' favorite sandwich and an omelet.

When Marcos walked into the dining room and saw the breakfast to his liking, the corners of his lips turned up.

"Your turn." Paulina came out of the kitchen with a bottle of milk and, upon seeing her, her pretty face immediately lit up with a big smile.

Marcos walked over to her, grabbed her by the shoulders and lowered his head to plant a kiss on her forehead. "Hard work."

The deep voice that belonged to him echoed in her ears.

Paulina felt her whole heart fill, "Sit down or the freshly heated milk will get cold."

Mark smiled, pulled out his chair and sat down, eating his breakfast slowly and deliberately.

Paulina sat down across from him and looked at him for a moment, "How was it, was it good?".

At this, Mark's eyes lifted and he looked into her eyes expectantly, the corners of his lips curved up, "Of course it was."

Paulina smiled like a child who has been given a piece of candy, eyebrows arched and eyes sparkling.

A shiver ran through her heart.

Marcos' eyes sank a few shades and he said meaningfully, "Don't look at me like that, or I won't be able to go to work later." "Huh?" Paulina didn't react.

Marcos smiled, "It's nothing."

He lowered his head, took a bite of his sandwich and chewed it slowly.

Paulina realized what he had just said and her face flushed instantly, even her neck was tinged with a slight blush.

What was she talking about at this hour of the morning?

To conceal her embarrassment, she took a sip of milk.

But she drank too fast and inadvertently choked. Ahem!

It took a couple of coughs for him to relieve himself.

"You don't like milk too much?"

Marcos asked unconsciously as he patted her back.

"I ..." Paulina wanted to say that it was okay, that she didn't like it too much but she wasn't repulsed by it either.

Only, suddenly, the words found something wrong as they reached her lips.

Slowly she opened her eyes, "Did you really remember that I don't like milk too much?".

With this question, Mark also realized what he had just said.