After a few seconds of silence, "But people die in prison every day, some are beaten to death, and some commit suicide, in the end, it all comes to nothing."
He was never a good person.
The terminally ill woman slowly moved her eyelids, and when her vision was no longer so blurry, she began to seriously scrutinize the man who had suddenly appeared in the hospital room.
From his attire and demeanor, it was clear that he was either wealthy or noble.
His words, every single one, were gentle, yet the hidden threat and coercion still made her tremble.
She had to admit, he was very skilled at manipulating people's hearts.
Her life was nearing its end, and the only things she couldn't let go were her child and husband. "Sir, can I know who the person is to you?"
The attitude needed no further speculation.
