Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 220

George was sentenced to seven years in prison. Apparently dissatisfied with the verdict, he immediately had his lawyer file an appeal.

A month later, his case went to a second trial.

But George never dreamed that his financial case would turn into a criminal one.

When he saw Marina sitting in the plaintiff's seat in the courtroom, he was completely dumbfounded.

"Marina? You bitch! You're not dead! How are you not dead!" George roared, losing control.

"The defendant will remain calm," the bailiff ordered as two officers forced George back into his seat.

"I'm not dead. You must be very disappointed, Chairman Spencer," Marina said from the plaintiff's seat. Her frail, withered body was swallowed by her loose clothes. Her face was still pale, but her eyes blazed with sarcasm and a bone-deep hatred.

The doctors had said it would take a miracle for Marina to wake up. But who's to say miracles don't happen?

Marina had survived, her tenacious will to live pulling her through. But George had to die.

Marina had been at Nexus Media for years, and she held evidence of George's crimes.

George had forced her to sleep with various investors and powerful figures, and Marina had once managed to record audio of it. She even knew that George was responsible for the death of a young actress signed to his company.

The actress was an underage girl who had entered the entertainment industry after a talent show. An agent from George's company had tricked her into signing a contract.

The girl was beautiful and young, and she quickly caught the eye of a powerful tycoon. But she had a strong will and refused, no matter how much money or how many resources George threw at her.

To please the tycoon, George ended up drugging the girl. After being raped, she couldn't see a way out and jumped from a building.

The case was over, and it was time for Marina to leave.

Yvonne and Sandra went to the station to see her off.

Marina was wearing a simple, loose white t-shirt and jeans, with no makeup. Although still very thin, her complexion looked much better.

She carried only a single suitcase, just as she had when she first came to Istra to make a name for herself.

Only back then, she'd had Lucien by her side, and she'd been full of hope for the future.

"Yvonne, Sandra, thank you for coming to see me off." Marina hadn't expected anyone to send her off. Her eyes grew red, and tears threatened to fall.

She hugged Sandra, then Yvonne, in a final farewell.