“Imprisonment for how many years?”
“Twenty years,” Mom said.
I nodded. “He cannot be granted parole again, right?”
“Yes,” she said, chewing her food. “There’s no way out for him.”
“Did you hear anything from his family? I mean, his parents…what did they say?” I need to say who I was talking about.
I was curious. What if they'd put their hatred to me? That they couldn't accept Mason's in jail again.
Dad drank his water and wiped his mouth. “Justice spoke, Leslie. Even with their money, justice prevailed.”
I got intrigued. My utensils stayed still. “D-Did you perhaps…” I couldn’t say it. "You know...I hope not."
Mom looked at me. She glared like she was insulted at what I was trying to say. “No. There was no need to use money. Threatening Davis company and Mathias were enough.”
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