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Chapter Three
Relieved, Timothy stood up and left the room, followed by the security men who were waiting to fulfill their duty.
Hours passed, and finally, the doctor emerged from Elizabeth's sick room with a stethoscope around his neck.
A small smile played on his lips, indicating good news.
Timothy had been waiting anxiously outside the room, and when he caught sight of the doctor, he ran towards him.
"Doctor! Doctor!" he exclaimed, "You kept to your promise, right? Tell me, you did." With tears streaming down his face, Timothy kneeled before the doctor and grabbed hold of his garment. "Please, tell me, she's okay, right?"
The doctor extended his hand to help Timothy up. "Timothy Bronte," he said, "congratulations. She's a strong woman, indeed. She managed to fight and win. She's alive!"
Timothy's face broke into a smile, relieved to hear the news. But his joy was short-lived as he remembered Elizabeth's ominous words before she fell ill.
"But...?" he prodded, his face contorting with worry.
The doctor sighed heavily before revealing the truth. "She has been muttering names in her sleep – Linda, Scott. She wants them to pay for everything they've done to her. She wants revenge."
Timothy's heart sank at the news, knowing that there would be no peace until Elizabeth got her revenge.
"Do you possess any knowledge regarding this subject? Do you know why she harbors such intense anger towards the individuals she mentioned?"
For a few moments, the place was silent.
Finally, Timothy broke the stillness by asking, "May I visit her now?" purposely diverting the topic.
The doctor, noticing the change in Timothy's expression, replied, "Indeed, you may."
*BEEP! BEEP!* Timothy rushed to meet Elizabeth.
As the door swung open, Timothy made his way into the room.
"Elizabeth, how do you feel now? Is everything alright?" Timothy inquired, pausing to await her response.
"I don't want anything bad to happen to you. If you're not feeling well, please let me know so I can call the doctor to check on you again," Timothy said, prepared to go get the doctor, when Elizabeth grabbed his hand.
"Tim," she said, taking a deep breath. "Will you marry me?" She paused.
"Promise me that you won't leave me alone!" Elizabeth pleaded, turning to look into Timothy's eyes.
"I will, and I vow to never leave you until death do us part," Timothy responded, with the certainty of someone who knows that day will come.
Elizabeth struggled to sit up, but Timothy helped support her.
"I love you, Tim!" she exclaimed, hugging him tightly. "Thank you for all your unwavering support! Thank you, Tim!" Elizabeth expressed her gratitude as she held onto Timothy.
"I love you too!" Timothy responded. "Now, rest," he said, wrapping his arm around Elizabeth's waist and helping her back to her seat.
"Tim, I want you to make a vow to me," Elizabeth said while sitting down.
"Promise me," she continued, "that you will help me seek revenge against Linda and Scott for taking my grandparents' lives." With that, she held onto Timothy's hand.
"But why? Why do you want to seek revenge against them?" Timothy asked.
Elizabeth briefly explained everything.
"Hmm," he paused, taking a breath and then exhaling. He then continued, "Elizabeth", he exclaimed. "I will seek retribution from those who wronged you, yet... He paused once more.
A profound silence enveloped the room for several minutes before he spoke again.
"That is not the current predicament. You have not been declared innocent and acquitted, remember? Your lawyer Isabella Lucas is diligently searching for solid evidence to secure your release! Do not fret, you will soon be free and we must hold them accountable for their actions against you." Timothy reassured.
The door creaked open and a nurse clad in white entered.
"Sir, it is time for her to take her prescribed medication," the nurse interjected, holding a tray of pills and an injection.
Timothy excused himself and left the room.
***
*breaking news*
Timothy engaged in a lengthy conversation with Elizabeth immediately after the nurse finished administering her medication.
The door slowly opened, revealing Elizabeth's private attorney Isabella Lucas, looking troubled as she walked in.
"Excuse me, Mr. Timothy. Could we speak outside? It is urgent," she said urgently.
"Elizabeth, please stay here. I will be back shortly," Timothy requested.
"Barrister, what is going on? Why the sudden visit?" Timothy inquired.
Isabella Lucas cleared her throat nervously before speaking.
"Sir, I received a notification from the court requiring Elizabeth's presence for the hearing," she announced.
"Let me see it," Timothy requested.
"Mr. Timothy, here it is. Take a look for yourself!"
"Please do not inform Elizabeth about this. I do not want her to worry about anything until she has fully recovered," Timothy pleaded.
"Of course, sir," Isabella responded.
Elizabeth had overheard their conversation and mustered up the courage to confront them.
*ahem*, she finally cleared her throat, catching their attention.
"What are you two keeping from me? Tell me, what is it?" She demanded to know.
"What? What are you doing here? You should be resting!" Timothy suggested. "Come, let me take you inside," he said, placing his arm around her waist.
"Leave me alone," Elizabeth retorted.
"Tim!" Elizabeth protested. "I want to know what you two are hiding from me and why."
"Because I don't like seeing you in pain," Timothy moaned.
"Elizabeth, I love you and I don't want you to worry about anything. I will take care of everything, just relax." Timothy hugged her.
"Isabella and I are working tirelessly to get everything fixed," assured Timothy. "Don't bother yourself about any single thing, okay?"
"I just want Linda and Scott to pay for what they have done," interrupted Elizabeth, sobbing.
"They will pay dearly! Don't worry yourself," Timothy consoled her. "Here, take this and wipe your face off."
Elizabeth smiled helplessly and wiped off her tears.
"Even if you don't accomplish that, I will make sure I do it myself," Elizabeth grumbled in her head. "I hate them with every single bone in my body. They must pay for everything they have done, even if it means taking the law into my hands!"
Isabella Lucas promptly explained everything before leaving.
****
Days later.
Elizabeth fully recovered from her sickness but was taken back to prison since she had not been proven innocent of the crime. However, this time she was locked up where there were no other criminals, thanks to Timothy's influence.
Timothy visited Elizabeth several times, spending time with her.
"I'm going to do everything within my power to get you out, that's a promise!" Timothy's last words to Elizabeth were during his recent visit.
*In court*
The courtroom teemed with anticipation as spectators eagerly awaited the verdict of the heinous crime. In a dramatic entrance, a man donning a striking black and white suit and a bob wig atop his head strode in - none other than the presiding magistrate, Mr. Brown Car, flanked by a smattering of attorneys.
"Order, please," boomed the magistrate, punctuating his command with a resounding slam of his gavel.
"Take your seats, everyone, and let the proceedings begin."
"Yes, Judge, I saw her. She did murder her parents," testified Linda, providing evidence.
"I didn't do anything of the sort! Why? Why would I kill my grandparents?" Elizabeth queried, her eyes widening in great shock.
"What the hell is contained in this evidence? Linda is desperately wicked. But how did I never notice it before?" mumbled Elizabeth, taking a deep breath and then screaming.
"Judge, please don't listen to her. This evidence is fake! I didn't kill my grandparents."
"Yes, my liege," echoed Isabella in unison.
" Why are you doing this to me, Linda?" cried Elizabeth.
"Haha!" A malevolent cackle escaped Linda's lips.
"I will make you suffer," muttered Linda, scowling as she stared at Elizabeth.
"With all the incriminating evidence presented before me, I must declare Elizabeth guilty. However, due to the efforts of her lawyer, Isabella Lucas, she has been given a second chance to prove her innocence, which she has failed to do. Life imprisonment!" The magistrate proclaimed, punctuating his statement with a resounding strike of the gavel.
"Take her back to the prison."
Timothy stepped out of the court and with full determination to get Elizabeth out, he muttered.
"This is my chance to free Elizabeth," thought Timothy. "I have to act now, Timothy, or never."
He retrieved a device from his pocket and quickly activated the recording function, intent on capturing every conversation he would have with Linda.
"Will Linda be that naive to confess?"
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