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Day 38
"Mrs. Clara Clarkson, I hereby find you guilty for the murder of Mr. Clarkson, Ms. Hannah and Mr. Jace and also for the attempted abduction of your daughter, Ms. Camilla Clarkson. You're hereby sentenced to a hundred and twenty years in prison!"
My mom glares at Andrew who just testified against her. She has wounds and bruises all over her face and her shackled hands. Life has sure taken a toll on her since I found out she's dad's murderer. And I still kinda feel sympathy for her...
Despite all this, she's still my mom, you know...
But then I swiftly brush away that slight feeling of sympathy when I remember she tried to abduct me in my house during Ramon's birthday party. If it wasn't for Ramon and my uncle dragging me away from her, I would probably be dead by now.
I knew mom was a money lover but I didn't know it was to this extend. She would even kill me? Her own d
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