The police officers in the detention center saw Priscilla falling to the ground and foaming at the mouth and hurriedly called the prison doctor.
After an examination, the prison doctor could not figure out what was wrong with her.
"She has no problem, the heart is normal, the CT scan is normal, the blood test is normal...everything is normal."
She was healthy.
But why did she foam at the mouth and roll her eyes?
Several prison guards looked at each other and understood.
One of them sneered, "Another prisoner who pretended to be crazy to avoid getting put in jail? I caught one last time and he pretended to have amnesia,"
The prison doctor nodded, and after a rigorous discussion and report, it was finally determined that Priscilla was pretending to be sick to avoid going to prison.
The prison doctor woke her up, then the prison guards pulled her back and kept her locked up.
Priscilla felt bitter, but she could not tell what was wrong with her. Her mouth and eyes were crooked but they thought she was faking it.
Why was she so pitiful?
No one saw that there was a female ghost lying on top of Priscilla, cursing and vomiting.
"She's lovesick, how disgusting!"
She was so unlucky she had to meet Priscilla, who was the worst human being she had ever seen.
The female ghost suppressed her nausea and consumed the bad aura on Priscilla's body. She then left Priscilla's body and spat it out.
"Dogs wouldn't even eat this!" The female ghost walked away with displeasure.
Priscilla was locked in the detention center, and she would not be able to escape for three to five years. Men and women were separated in the prison. At least she would not have any delusional thoughts for these years.
That would teach her how to be a decent person,
Priscilla looked at the sky outside the iron bars, weeping silently, feeling that her fate was unfair.
She was supposed to be a heroine, but she was unrecognizable for her talent. She had not even met her true love, a person who truly loved her, spoiled her, and would even die for her.
A few days ago, she had no money to pay the rent and overheard someone wanting to find the Crawford family.
She had no choice but to tell them the address of the Crawson Mansion for a few hundred dollars.
She did not want to sell the address, but she thought that she was just helping someone out.
She did not expect to be locked up!
She was so sad…
What's wrong with being kind? Boo hoo…
…
On the other hand, the family members of the girl who jumped from the building returned to their places shouting angrily.
"Why am I afraid of him? Just expose his address on the internet and that'll cause some controversy!"
"We're in the right! Our child committed suicide because she was chasing her idol. Shouldn't Jonas be the one who's responsible?"
The girl's father nodded, thinking it made sense.
However, when it came to who would leak the address, everyone hesitated.
The girl's father stood up with bloodshot eyes and said, "I'll do it!"
He held his phone with a determined look on his face.
What was he afraid of?
It was he who lost his daughter, it was him who was pitiful. What did Jonas and the Crawford family lose?
How could the rich bully the poor?
At this moment, someone ran in and said, "Hold on, don't be impulsive!"
He panted and said, "I just found out about the woman who sold us the address a few days ago, do you guys still remember?"
The girl's father nodded, of course, he remembered, the girl seemed to have something wrong, but the address given is true.
"I found out that the girl was sued by the Crawford family and is now in prison..."
"They say she won't be able to escape for seven years."
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