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As Sarah listened to the maid, she looked up and glanced at the TV screen. The camera was now focused on Matysh.

As the maid had mentioned, Matysh looked defiant, with a trace of contempt on his face.

Sarah knew that Matysh was not just classist but also racist. She could even guess what he was thinking.

Matysh probably believed that the locals had no right to judge him. He considered himself superior and untouchable. The locals had no authority to put him on trial. Without saying anything, Sarah looked down at her phone.

She had received a message from Luke. He said he was busy today but would be available tomorrow.

Sarah replied: [I'll come by your office tomorrow. I have something important that I'd like to hand over to you personally. I'd like you to pass it on to Marcos.]

She could not trust anyone else to give it to Luke, so she decided to go herself.

Shortly after, Luke replied to her message: [You don't need to come by. I'll stop by at noon. Please prepare the documents for Marcos. I'll personally make sure he gets them.] Sarah: [Okay, thanks.] She also realized it might not be safe for her to visit Luke in person.

Given her current situation, safety was a constant concern. That was why she avoided going out whenever possible.

She had grown accustomed to hiding over the years, so staying home was not difficult for her.

Sarah rose to her feet.

The maid looked at her with puzzlement and asked, "Ms. Poplar, do you need anything? I can get it for you."

"I'm going to take a nap," replied Sarah. She needed to lock herself in her bedroom to think about how to organize the information she had gathered over the years for Luke.

What Marcos decided to do with it would be up to him.

Sarah just hoped that Marcos could break free from his family's control and pursue what he wanted.

"Okay." The maid picked up the remote to turn off the TV.

Sarah shook her head and stopped her. "No need to turn it off. Keep watching. This case has the whole country's attention. I'm curious too. Watch it and let me know the outcome when I wake up." She had read online that Matysh's case would be resolved within a day.

It was due to the high public interest.

Prolonging it would put pressure on the court.

"Sure," replied the maid. Even though she did not understand the legalities, everyone was following this case closely. She found the live coverage fascinating.

She wanted to watch closely so that she could discuss it at the market tomorrow.

Matysh's case had caused a huge stir, and everyone was talking about it. Even those who did not understand the law had their opinions. For instance, the maid could tell others at the market that Matysh did not look like a good person based on his expression.

Sarah walked into her bedroom.

She closed the door, pondered for a moment, and then locked it.

Even though the maid was hired by Luke and should be trustworthy, the stakes were too high and the consequences too severe for Sarah to take any chances.

She took out her purse from its hiding spot.

She kept the purse in the wardrobe's lining. The purse looked ordinary, but it contained items she had been keeping hidden all these years.

These were the very things that the Abaza family had been relentlessly searching for.

As Sarah looked at the contents, a flood of emotions washed over her. She had endured so much hardship over the years.

Choosing Marcos' father had brought her only a brief period of happiness, followed by years of struggle she had not anticipated when she chose him.

She thought that the Abaza family would not approve of their marriage and that she might have to elope with Marebs' father. She had even prepared herself for the possibility of being abandoned and raising their child alone.

However, she did not expect to be allowed to marry into the family and learn so many of their secrets.

They were secrets that could ruin the entire family.

The Abaza family was complicated.

Sarah felt that if she had known all that would happen after marrying into the family, she would not have

agreed no matter how much she loved Marcos' father.

It was not selfishness. The things hidden beneath the surface of the Abaza family were simply too terrifying.

Sarah gathered a few sheets of paper and a pen, intending to write a letter to Marcos.

Her hand trembled as she picked up the pen. She had never imagined she would reveal all these secrets one day, not just to Marcos but also to Luke.

Marcos was isolated within the Abaza family with no one to rely on. Sarah thought that telling Luke was like giving Marcos a powerful ally.

Even though Luke was based in A City, he could still exert influence in Russia. His T Corporation was as powerful as M Group.

With such thoughts in mind, Sarah began writing down everything she knew. She wrote in great detail, filling ten whole pages.

For each point she wrote, there was corresponding evidence in her purse. Nothing was fabricated. It was all backed by solid proof.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Writing left her exhausted, but she continued from afternoon until evening.

As evening approached, the maid knocked on her bedroom door.

"Ms. Poplar, are you awake?" the maid called from outside.

Sarah put away the papers and then replied, "Yes, I'm awake."

The maid let out a sigh of relief. Sarah usually napped for just an hour as longer naps disrupted her nighttime sleep. However, she had been in her room for several hours today.

The maid was worried that something happened to her.

The maid heard Sarah's voice and said, “Dinner is ready. Would you like to eat now?"

"Okay," replied Sarah. She tucked the papers into the purse, placed it back in its hiding spot in the wardrobe, locked it, and then went out to the dining area.

The maid had already set the table.

Sarah asked, "Is there a verdict?"

The maid paused for a moment. "What do you mean?"

"That foreigner, was he sentenced?" Sarah clarified.

"Yes, he got eight years." The maid nodded. "But my friends think he might appeal. Even if he does, the sentence probably won't be reduced."

"Eight years..." Sarah frowned, finding the sentence too lenient.

The maid agreed, "Yes, just eight years. It's too little. If it were up to me, he'd get at least ten, maybe more. Enough to keep him locked up until he's an old man who can't harm other women."

Sarah nodded in agreement.

Why could they not keep Matysh locked up longer?

Until he was an old man...

Suddenly, a thought flashed across her mind!

No, even as an old man, Matysh would not stop preying on other women!

Someone like him should be sentenced to life in prison.