All Chapters of The Prison Bride: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

When Jessie saw Laura like that, she could guess what had happened to David.Her eyes filled with tears, and she shut them tight.The memories of her time with him played through her mind frame by frame.Jessie rarely cried in front of the Stewart family.But now, lying motionless on the hospital bed, tears streamed steadily down her cheeks.In the ward, the only sound was her quiet sobbing.Laura sat beside her and wiped her own tears."David was already weak. The bookcase crushed his back, and he inhaled too much smoke. He passed away last night at half past three."Jessie broke into louder sobs.The man who once held her hand and took her wandering through the streets was gone.She had thought about losing him one day, but at least peacefully, of old age."Jessie, the doctor said your vocal cords are injured. You can't cry like this–" Laura tried to console her, weeping as she leaned closer.Jessie looked at her hatefully.If they had turned themselves in earlier, and i

"Feelings go both ways. If you never expected anything from him, then there'd be no bond to begin with. But because you loved him, respected him, and leaned on him, you felt such deep disappointment when you were at your lowest."Harry looked at Jessie's tear-filled eyes and smiled. "Get better soon. You can't miss his funeral."Jack couldn't help but notice that Harry really knew how to console people.When Harry caught him looking, he instinctively stepped aside and made a small gesture as if to say 'don't glare at me.'In moments like this, Jack was nothing like Harry or Ronny.When Jessie was in good spirits, he could tease her into laughing. But when she was crushed by the pain of losing someone she loved, he realized how helpless he was. Nothing he said felt right.Everything sounded hollow."We still need to follow up on your family's situation, so we'll get going." Ronny knew Jack was jealous by nature.Even if Harry's comfort was good for Jessie, that didn't matter.J

"You're all law-abiding citizens. You've never been in prison, so you don't know what it's like there day after day. For an ordinary person, once they've done time, I believe all they want when they come out is just to live a peaceful life."Her words left some of the reporters at a loss for what to ask next.The background of the Stewart family had already been thoroughly investigated by the media before they even came.She was born the real daughter of the family, but was switched at birth, abandoned, and sent to an orphanage in Rossenville City.Twelve years of her life were stolen. She should have returned to her rightful wealthy family and enjoyed the life that came with it, but she didn't.A child from an orphanage was never truly accepted by the Stewart family. They even looked down on her. Mia took her place and bullied her constantly."Ms. Jessie, I discovered something and would like to confirm it with you."A young but stern-looking female reporter stepped forward wit

David's memorial gathering was held forty-two days later.In the meantime, Jessie had to deal with the mess at Stewart Tech.Although Harry was helping with a lot of it, Jessie still stepped into the role of CEO of Stewart Tech, fulfilling the expectations her grandfather once had for her.She turned in her resignation at York Enterprise, though it wouldn't take effect for another six months.The three projects under her lead wouldn't last without her.When Jessie arrived at Frank's office, Yale was standing outside smoking. His face clouded with worry.They had all seen the news of Jessie facing the media. Her burn wounds were still raw. Some of the bandages hadn't even been removed, and yet here she was, showing up at the company.Everyone knew she would be leaving soon.Inside, Frank frowned at the sight of the scars on her face and asked gently, "Why haven't you scheduled surgery to repair some of the damage?""What's the matter? Did I scare you?" Jessie replied while tryi

The first question they raised was about whose voice was on the tape.Jessie looked at Mark.Mark's knees buckled almost instantly, and he dropped to the floor. "That's me–"He knew he was wrong, but he was terrified of prison. The memory of being beaten in a cell still haunted him. It wasn't just that. He feared losing his freedom and eating food that looked and tasted like pig slop.After living a life of comfort and indulgence for over twenty years, how could Mark ever endure that again?The lead officer nodded. "So, is this recording authentic?""It is–" Mark was in a daze. He answered whatever question was asked."Since one of the suspects, Mark, has already confessed, that leaves Bruce. Which one of you is Bruce?" the officer asked with a smile.This case had been a nightmare to piece together, but at least the suspects were cooperative. It spared him the headache."I am," Bruce answered. He had never looked this calm."Then explain exactly how you committed the crime,