Chapter 1218: Di Ranle's End
She never thought that the ants she once looked down upon could now order her around.
"Kneel down and pinch!"
Scarver ordered.
Di Ranle looked at Scarfe angrily, but the other party slapped her in the face.
Di Ranle cried again.
There was no way out, she could only allow Scarface to bully her.
At night, Scarfe was about to go to bed. She couldn't let Di Ranle stay with her, so she asked her to go back to sleep.
Di Ranle wanted to comfort Li Jiayin who was still lying there motionless. She knew that the death of her grandparents and the demise of the Li family had hit her hard, but she was sore all over and extremely tired, so she climbed to the upper bunk to sleep.
Li Jiayin looked at Di Ranle with a sad look. He ignored her and went to sleep on his own even though the bed was still wet. She had completely given up.
The daughter that she and her entire family had pampered with their lives and possessions was nothing but an ungrateful person...
The next day, when the whistle for morning exercise blew, Di Ranle, with a pig-like face, called Li Jiayin, who was sleeping soundly under the quilt, to get up.
But no one paid any attention to her.
She opened Li Jiayin's quilt and saw a pale face.
Di Ranle reached out his hand to his mother's nose with trembling hands and found that she was no longer breathing.
Di Ranle screamed and pointed at Scarfe, saying, "It's you! You killed my mother! Ah! I'll fight you!"
After saying that, he went to fight with Scarface.
Scarfe didn't fight back at all, she just kept saying it wasn't her.
The prison guard hit Di Ranle's waist with a baton, causing her to suddenly feel a sharp pain, and then she collapsed.
"It wasn't Scarver who did it. Li Jiayin committed suicide. She had a blade in her hand."
The prison guard pulled back all the sheets from Li Jiayin's body and saw a deep and long cut on her wrist.
Di Ranle screamed in fright when she saw the wound.
"Li Jiayin, commit suicide."
Judging from the location of the cut and where the blade fell, Li Jiayin committed suicide, not her. After all, if he killed someone, he would usually kill them with one blow. Even if he didn't kill them with one blow, he wouldn't let them bleed to death, giving them countless chances to save each other.
A prison is a place where prisoners are held, and here, prisoners have no human rights to speak of.
No one will show too much sympathy to the dead, especially those who commit suicide.
Two prison guards held the two ends of the cotton wool, fixed Li Jiayin's body in the middle, and then carried her out.
There were no pillows, sheets or quilts on Li Jiayin's bed, and in an instant, only a bare bed board was left.
After seeing Li Jiayin slash her wrists to commit suicide, Di Ranle was so frightened that she took several steps back. She also stood behind the prison guards as they moved the body. It was not until the body was moved out that Di Ranle came to her senses.
"mom--"
She yelled and cried, "How could you be so cruel? How could you bear to abandon me? It's just that grandpa and grandma died. It's not you who killed them. Why did you commit suicide?"
After the police took Li Jiayin's body out, they asked the prisoners to go out for gathering training.
Di Ranle sat on the ground in despair, crying almost to death.
She was really sad.
Being thrown into prison was terrifying enough, but because Li Jiayin would find ways to help her with everything, after entering prison she only had to stay with her mother, and was only annoyed during morning exercises.
(End of this chapter)
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