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Chapter 200 - 156: The Bizarre Family Ethical Drama, Planning, Susan’s Return

Chapter 200: Chapter 156: The Bizarre Family Ethical Drama, Planning, Susan’s Return

Inmates in the detention center were all unsentenced, facing serious charges, akin to the detention center where Brian had been held in his past life. Generally, the process should be within a month, but sometimes there could be fluctuations.

Mrs. Gilman looked considerably haggard.

Previously, her husband had a good income, and his timid nature allowed her to live a life of luxury.

Nobody pampered her in the detention center.

Besides, that cowardly husband of hers had nearly cut off all contact with her. She didn’t have money to hire a decent lawyer, and being not young anymore, one could foresee that her future was not going to be bright.

This wait for a sentence, the torment of an uncertain future, aged Mrs. Gilman by over a decade in appearance.

She hadn’t expected Brian to come and see her.

"Has there been a change in the case? Can I get out now?" she asked Brian, nearly pleading.

Brian shook his head, "Even if you get out, what then? Unless you apply for a divorce from your husband, and then use the money you get to hire a good attorney, but the legal process will take too long, and you won’t have enough time."

After giving the wicked woman an idea,

He handed Mrs. Gilman a family portrait, "This was found among your daughter’s belongings when we were investigating that pig farm. It’s clear, even though you hurt her again and again, she never blamed you. She just wanted a normal family; unfortunately, you failed your own daughter."

After finishing, Brian nodded his thanks to the nearby guard and turned to leave.

Looking at the childlike drawing of the family of three on the table, a pained expression crossed Mrs. Gilman’s face.

She clung to the paper and bent her head, letting out a painful and repressed sob...

...

After leaving the detention center,

Brian didn’t leave immediately.

He found a suitable spot and waited for Mrs. Gilman’s decision.

The portrait, of course, was fake.

One, to give him an excuse to come.

Two, to give Mrs. Gilman a reason to self-destruct.

This visit was mainly to persuade Mrs. Gilman to leave the protection of the detention center voluntarily.

Brian was curious.

Whether such an evil woman would truly regret her actions over a drawing and accept her judgment?

...

Detention center’s visiting room.

The guard, looking at this tearful, yet still attractive woman, felt a flicker of compassion, "The mistakes made have already happened, you..."

"I want to go out!"

Mrs. Gilman suddenly stood up, her eyes full of tears, filled with madness, "I’m still young, I can’t die alone in prison. I want to hire the best lawyer. Let me go; I want to draft a divorce agreement with my husband!"

The guard:..

Sour sauerkraut green pond.

He actually had considered consoling this evil woman.

The tears of the wicked are truly worthless.

His face grew colder, "You can, but you have to submit an application, or have your husband come by himself. It’s after work hours now, go back!"

With that, he pulled out his stun baton.

Mrs. Gilman, wiping the tears from her face, "You can work overtime. I need to go now, or you’ll only find my body tomorrow!"

After Brian’s reminder, she was desperate to cling to this last glimmer of hope!

Watching the frantic expression of this woman, the guard silently retracted his stun baton.

Whether she died or not, nobody cared.

The problem was that this was a detention center, holding inmates who had not yet been tried.

If someone died, the Ministry of Internal Affairs would come to investigate.

Places like this couldn’t withstand an investigation.

"Bitch, wait and see how we deal with you later!"

Filled with resentment, the guard had no choice but to report the situation upwards.

...

At seven in the evening,

A transport van with four duty officers drove out of the detention center.

On it, Mrs. Gilman, handcuffed, was breathing in the polluted air outside greedily.

That was the scent of freedom!

The damn scent of freedom!

From a distance,

Brian, watching the transport vehicle disappear, shook his head.

A dog can’t change its habit of eating shit.

He too started his car and left the place.

...

After eight o’clock,

Having finished their work, Ivan and others called Brian to join them at the bar.

A few of them drank and chatted.

"How’s the investigation on the villa case going?" Brian asked curiously.

"The killer was caught."

Ivan exhaled a breath laden with alcohol,

"This case is too scandalous.

The tycoon had an affair with his stepson.

The stepson then got involved with his own mother.

Jealous, the tycoon kicked the woman out and continued supporting the stepson with his money.

A few days ago, while they were having a private meeting, the two of them argued.

The stepson wanted his mother to join in, but the tycoon disagreed.

In a fit of emotion, the stepson drowned the tycoon in the bathtub."

Brian raised his glass, "Rich people really play hard."

Glenn and Brian clinked glasses, and Glenn chuckled, "There’s even more drama. That stepson was hiding at his mother’s. Do you know what the stepson’s mother told us?"

"What?"

"She was originally the wife of a friend of the tycoon; after her husband died, the tycoon pursued her.

But the truth is, the tycoon initially fancied the stepson, who resembled his father.

The tycoon was already involved with the friend.

To get revenge, the stepson’s mother deliberately got involved to force her son to choose between her and the tycoon.

The son was distraught. He wanted both, and in the end, lost control and killed the man."

Brian:..

Even though he had seen much of the world, he was somewhat flabbergasted upon hearing this.

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