Broken Marriage: Too Late to Love Me

Chapter 2 No Evidence

Facing Shane with such a tough attitude, Janette had to hold the edge of the table with both hands to stop her shivering, but she couldn't stop her tears.

She sobbed, "Shane, when you knelt down and asked my father to let me marry you, you were not so arrogant! Either you take this woman out, or you divorce me and I leave! Anyway, I won't apologize! "

Shane's slightly angry eyes became deeper and deeper. He released Ann, stepped forward and reached for Janette's chin!

"Who gives you the courage of talking to me like this? It seems that you have remembered the truth of our marriage -- if your father hasn’t threated me with Ann’s safety, I will never look at you! Your father is still in prison now. Do you want me to find someone to take good care of him?”

After saying this, Shane suddenly released his hand. Janette dailed to stand still, so she fell down, sitting on the ground. She hung her eyes and even did not dare to look at Shane. She lost most of her momentum just now. She looked at the ground with blurred tears and begged, "Don't hurt my father."

"You know what to do if you don't want your father die soon." With that, Shane turned around, cuddling Ann into his arms. They walked past Janette and went upstairs.

After a while, Janette's things were thrown out of the master bedroom by the servants. Since then, the maid's room on the first floor had become her new bedroom.

Sitting in a narrow room, Janette couldn't help laughing bitterly. Now at home, was she not as good as a servant?

The past was like smoke, in addition to regret, it seemed that there was nothing left.

Janette changed her clothes and went out. Today she made an appointment with a lawyer to consult her father’s things.

In the cafe. James Evans, dressed in a suit and shoes, sat in the corner, reading the document carefully.

Janette walked over and said hello politely.

"I've heard a lot about Mr. Evans. I'm Janette Swan-Graham."

"Sit down, please."

James looked at the woman in front of him. Her delicate make-up couldn't cover her haggard face, making her look pitiful.

"I've read your father's case carefully. The main evidence is against your father." James said objectively. Looking at Janette, he didn’t missed any small actions of her because of tension.

"I know it's very troublesome, so I want to ask you, the top talent in the legal profession, to help me. As for the payment, sir, you can rest assured that my father and I will not treat you badly!" Janette said.

"Do you know that your husband, Shane Graham, is in charge of this matter?" James asked impolitely.

Janette's hands unconsciously clenched the skirt because of embarrassment, so that there were many subtle wrinkles on the skirt. She looked up at James and nodded in embarrassment.

"My relationship with Shane is not as good as the outside world sees. I want to get a divorce now, but he doesn't agree. That's why my father is involved."

"Do you mean it was Shane who sets it up?"

"Yes."

"Is there any direct evidence?"

Janette shook his head and looked at James with his eyes.

"If there is no evidence, what you say will not benefit your father's case at all, and it even makes people misunderstand that you are fabricating facts to guide public opinion." James gave a very direct statement. "Mrs. Graham, to tell you the truth, the winning rate of your father's case is almost zero!"

"Please, think again." Janette was about to cry.

"Without evidence, it's no use just thinking!" James said.

"Well, I see. I'll find the evidence for you as soon as possible." Janette then stood up and left politely.

Looking at Janette's lonely back, James went out and called someone.

"I've dealt with your woman for you. How are you doing what I want you to do for me?" James's voice didn't have any ups and downs without any emotion at all.

"Lacrosse Hotel, Room v888. The room card is at the front desk. You can use my name to take it at 9 p.m." Shane finished and hung up without waiting for the other party to respond.

After meeting James, Janette really felt down. Mr. Evans was right. No evidence was in vain.

She thought -- how could she find the evidence that Shane framed his father?

Study, yes, his study.

When he got home, Shane was having dinner with Ann, which was really ugly for her.

Janette was not in the mood to deal with them. She went back to her room.

The night was surprisingly quiet. At more than 11 o'clock in the night, Janette got up and gently opened the door. It was dark outside. It seemed that only her breathing was left. She took off her shoes and crept upstairs...

At this time, Shane should be with Ann. Janette gently opened the door of the study, which was dark. She walked in, and closed the door. With the weak light shining from the window, she was groping to the desk.

When Janette's hand was about to touch the document on the table, suddenly a big hand reached out from somewhere and grabbed her wrist, which scared her that she almost screamed, but the other hand of that man covered her mouth!