Chapter 93: I just sent you some photos.

Jeff was lying on his phone at home. Ever since he returned from the police station, he had been under his mother’s strict supervision. He was confined to his home, spending his days watching TV and using his phone. Even when he went to school, he was accompanied by someone, not a private driver, but a supervisor appointed by Mrs. Marget. If he arrived home a bit later than scheduled, he would surely have his allowance cut off. Once his family withdrew financial support, he would have nothing left, not a penny to his name.

“Mom, this is like being imprisoned!” Jeff mumbled to himself while staring at the screen. When Mrs. Marget bailed him out of the police station, she made him promise not to leave the house during this time, except for attending school. Due to fear, he had agreed, and the result was that he had officially become a prisoner in his own home for nearly a month.

“Is it any different from being in jail?” Jeff continued to complain. The more he thought about it, the angri