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The Three Little Guardian Angels

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Chapter 2500

Yorrick fell silent for a moment after he heard what Colton said. After a while, he asked, “You

think it’s fake?”

Colton chuckled and said, “Mrs. Pruitt was mentally triggered in prison during the

coronation ceremony. I just can’t help myself to suspect that she’s just pretending.”

Would Sandy let the Knowles have the power she had been trying to obtain?

She had lost her mind and would stop at nothing to get what she wanted. If she was

released from prison, would she go through the treatment, or would she try to get her

revenge? Nobody could tell that.

Yorrick sighed. “Coleman, according to the constitution of Yaramoor, if someone serving a

prison sentence has been diagnosed with mental illness, they will be absolved from serving

the sentence so they can receive treatment.”

“I know,” Colton replied sternly. “As such, I can’t let her get what she wants no matter

what.”

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Meanwhile, inside the Knowles‘ study room…

Edison was reporting to Nollace after learning that Sandy was going to be released from

prison.

Nollace’s eyelashes trembled when he heard the news. He closed the book and asked, “Is it

confirmed that she has a mental illness?”

“It isn’t confirmed yet, but from the news I got from prison, they told me that Mrs. Pruitt has

been rather agitated ever since the coronation ceremony. She has been acting aggressively

as well. Not only did she injure a prison guard, but she also tried to kill herself and has

depression.”

Nollace chuckled. “It seems like she couldn’t accept the fact that my mother has become

the queen.”

Edison asked, “If they really release Mrs. Pruitt out of prison, I’m worried that she might

escape.”

“She’ll certainly escape,” replied Nollace, tapping his finger on the table in a rhythmic

pattern. “I can assure you that.

“Keep an eye on the people from the forensic department. Make sure nobody is being paid

off.”

“Roger.”

As soon as Edison left, Daisie entered the study room with a cup of coffee. When she saw

that Edison had rushed away, she entered and asked, “What happened?”

Nollace rose to his feet and took over the cup of coffee. “Why don’t you ask the maid to

prepare the coffee?”

Daisie smacked her lips and said, “I’m bored. There’s nothing for me to do at all other than

sleep and eat. Look how fat I’ve become.”

He sized her up and chuckled, “You are right.”

“What did you say?”

He took a sip from the coffee and replied, “Freyja’s mother is going to be released from

prison soon.”

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“What?” Daisie was shocked.

“Yeah. They said that she has a mental problem.” He put the cup down and said

meaningfully, “Once it’s diagnosed that she has a mental illness, she won’t have to serve

prison anymore.”

“Doesn’t that mean that Freyja is in danger?”

Daisie pressed her hands on the table and said sternly, “Mrs. Pruitt is crazy. Who knows if

she’ll take advantage of her mental illness and do something? By the way, don’t you think

it’s time to revise Yaramoor’s laws?”

“The law has been there for dozens of years. It can’t be changed that easily.” He raised his

eyes to look at Daisie. “Yaramoor is a democratic country. We need to get approval from the

public before changing any law. My mother has only succeeded the throne. If she changes

the criminal code just like that, it might incite rage from the people of Yaramoor.”

He was right. A country like Yaramoor was a democratic country. The public had their right,

so they needed to get the approval of the people to change the constitution.

If more people disagreed than agreed, the law wouldn’t be enforced.

At the film company…

Freyja was waiting on the couch in the lobby absentmindedly. Meanwhile, the receptionist

came over and said, “Ms. Pruitt, I’m sorry. Mr. Lancell still doesn’t have time to meet you.”