After Rejection, she crawled to my feet for forgiveness

Luxurious prison room

After hours of traveling, Norman and Bethany finally returned to the police station. Bethany walked inside, glancing around with a worried expression, her gaze moving from one cell to the next. Each cell looked the same: plain metal beds, hard mattresses, cold walls. She bit her lip, trying to imagine Norman spending even a night here, and it didn’t sit right.

She began pacing, glancing at the narrow bunks and concrete floors, her hands threading anxiously through her hair. She couldn’t let him stay in these conditions; it felt wrong. Even though Norman had assured her more than once, “I’ll be fine, any cell will do,” Bethany refused to listen. She needed to make this right—this was her way of showing her respect.

Bethany decided she wouldn’t settle for anything ordinary; she wanted to make things right. She arranged for the finest linens, the kind reserved for luxury suites, and layered the bed with plush pillows and a cashmere blanket that exuded warmth and comfort.

Next, she brought in a mahogany side table, placing on it an elegant lamp with adjustable lighting, perfect for reading. She added a sleek tablet preloaded with movies,

Bethany didn’t stop there. She ordered a gourmet meal to be delivered—a rich spread of pastries, fresh fruit, artisanal coffee, and imported juice. Everything was arranged on a silver serving tray, complete with fine china and polished cutlery.

As the final touch, she brought in a vibrant flower arrangement and placed it by the window, filling the cell with a delicate, calming fragrance. Stepping back, she surveyed her work, hoping it would make Norman feel not just cared for, but truly valued.books, and news apps to keep him entertained. A small sound system was included, capable of playing soothing music or the radio.

Meanwhile the other prisoners were surprised as Bethany was decorating the cell, who could be the special prisoner?

The Chief cared less about the prisoners, it was mostly her Juniors who did all the prison stuff, but seeing her personally arranging the cell, their curiosity skyrocketed.

Bethany finished her work, stepping back to admire the transformed space. She’d arranged a plush bed with crisp sheets and a soft pillow, placed a small plasma TV on the wall, and even installed an air conditioner. The cell now looked more like a cozy room than a jail cell.

Standing by the door, she waved for Norman to enter. “Mr. Norman, I wanted to make sure you’re comfortable here while we sort out the investigation,” she said.

Norman stepped inside, taking in the changes, though his expression remained blank. He sat on the bed without a word.

“How do you like it?” Bethany asked, hoping for a response. “Is there anything else you might need?”

Norman barely acknowledged her, giving a small, indifferent nod. He cared less about the luxuries she added in the cell, as he had lost interest in material things a long time ago. To him they were nothing but distractions.

Seeing his mood, Bethany nodded and walked out of the cell. She dared not risk offending him.

Immediately she was out, she dialed on her phone and called deputy Mayor — Mr. Harris.

“Hello Chief.” He picked up almost immediately.

“Mr. Harris, have you met with the mayor? What did you find out?” she asked impatiently.

“I did, but he didn't give me any evidence regarding the accusations. And he seems to be unmoved by Mr. Norman's arrest, not even his daughter, Lana.” Harris said, sounding disappointed.

“What? Those bastards, do they realize how this could affect the entire city?”

“I bet they do. But they are blinded by greed, I can see it in their eyes, and another thing Chief. They are about to give Mr. Norman's position as the acting Mayor to someone else.

Bethany’s eyes widened, frozen in shock. “What? Who is it?”

“The second son of the Havord's, Henry. And he seems to also be in a relationship with the Mayor's daughter.”

“This is unbelievable. Alright, I'll call you back.” She hung up.

Bethany clenched her fist, just when she thought the Mayor had done enough, he kept making things worse. It hasn't been up to a week, and he's already planning to install a new acting Mayor?

All these convinced Bethany more that the mayor and Lana conspired against Norman. They don't seem to realize how drastical their actions would be.

After witnessing what happened at the border, she had known how important Norman's influence and presence was in Valkoria. The Eldrida’s soldiers only tried to cross the border because they thought Norman wouldn't arrive there.

She couldn't imagine what would happen, when they found out that Norman wasn't in position anymore, that he's now locked up in a cell.

While the Havords might be rich and influential in the capital city, they can't be compared to Norman.

Numbness spreads through Bethany, it was as if she could see the future, how Valkoria would crumble without Norman's presence. Yet she couldn't do anything to stop it.