That night, Natalie spent time with her grandmother in bed. She lay down and hugged the old woman warmly. “Grandma, what’s been going on for the past two years?”

 

Minerva gently stroked Natalie’s head. “Nothing special. I went to London a few times when I was bored.”

 

Before Natalie was imprisoned, she often took her grandmother out to shopping, to social gatherings, or simply to travel abroad on vacation. However, since her arrest and imprisonment, Minerva rarely went out.

 

“Darling, can you tell me what really happened back then? I know you couldn’t have committed a crime, so who framed you so cruelly?”

 

Natalie closed her eyes. “It wasn’t Brent,”...