Chapter 309
~I am not infertile after all~
It was a quiet Tuesday morning at the state's judiciary that Lucy's final verdict was to be held amidst three other drug king pin. Accompanied with a party of armed police detectives the two sons of the dead oldie, and Lucy arrived the court looking shabby and unkempt; her hair had lost its lushness and dried up as chaff in the sun; her face housed disinterest , which was traceable to her dark eyes. Few weeks under the custody of the police she had lost annoying pounds so much that she felt herself flying whenever the fresh air blew across her body.