but the exits were already blocked by officers.
What are you doing?” Jake’s father yelled. “We haven’t done anything illegal! You can’t arrest us!”
“We received a tip about your involvement in fraudulent medical practices, scamming patients for profit. You’re coming with
us,” an officer said sternly.
- ke. “Officer, h
I took a shaky breath and pointed at Jake. “Officer, he’s HIV positive!”
The officer’s expression changed instantly, and more police moved in, securing Jake tightly, giving him no chance to resist. The
bloodstained knife was bagged as evidence.
“Laura Jefferson!” Jake screamed, his eyes burning with hatred, as if he wanted to tear me apart with his bare hands.
But no amount of rage could change the fact that he was now powerless in police custody, dragged away without a fight. His
parents and uncle were also taken in
“It’s over now, Laura. It’s all over,” my mom said, gently comforting me.
Finally, I let go of all the tension, hugged my parents, and broke down in tears.
Two weeks later, the verdict on Jake’s family came through. His parents and uncle were found guilty of medical fraud and selling counterfeit drugs. They were sentenced to prison, Jake, who not only had HIV but also tried to harm me, was sent to a prison hospital. I had handed all the photos I’d taken to the authorities, and they planned to press attempted murder charges. He was
(at a long stretch behind bars
My parents and I were incredibly relieved that I hadn’t ended up with someone so twisted
months later, I was promoted to Chief Financial Officer. Through the grapevine, I heard that Jake had gotten into a fight in Drilon and was killed. His parents were also taken to court by the families of patients harmed by their fake medicines, and they
They could never hurt anyone again.
As for me, I was finally free from that nightmare of a family and able to return to a normal, peaceful life.
