Farah cried bitterly, "...But I already know that I am wrong... I already know that I am wrong! This time, I will definitely discipline her... Please, Miss Martin. Even if you can't let Arielle out of prison, at least you can change the period of her imprisonment... It's impossible that my daughter can't come to my funeral in prison after my death!"
Sara lowered her head. "... Come with me to see Arielle. I'll give her one last chance."
"If she doesn't cherish me, I won't be softhearted anymore."
Farah immediately asked, "What is the chance? What is it?"
Sara did not say anything and instead said, "Let's go."
In prison.
Arielle was the daughter of the mayor, so she still had some privileges. For example, she was alone in a prison, but for Miss Stuart, the environment that was already very good for other prisoners was still forced. She was almost driven crazy. When she heard that her mother came to see her, she immediately followed the prison.
The warden flattered Derrick. The meeting between Arielle and Farah was not through the glass window, but in a reception room.
However, Arielle had only just entered the reception room when she saw the figure sitting on the sofa. She immediately exploded. "Sara?! Why are you here?! Are you here to laugh at me?! Bitch! Just you wait! When I get out, I'll make sure you die a tragic death!"
"..." Sara closed her eyes, then stood up and said to Evalyn, "Mrs. Samuel, it seems that I don't need to do this. I don't need to come to prison at all, because your daughter is not remorseful at all."
She said word by word, "She is rotten from the roots."
Farah's face turned pale. Helplessly, she took her daughter's hand and said, "Arielle! Shut up!"
Arielle sneered. "What? Now you're going to help this b*tch too?! Are you my mother?! You think she's trying to suck up to me, that she's not someone to be trifled with, don't you?! I've long heard that Hank has an old injury and can't live much longer. Why are you afraid of him?! I..."
"Clap!" There was a loud noise, ending Arielle's crazy words.
Sara looked at her with no expression. "Miss Stuart, is it because I am too gentle with you? Since you are so stubborn, you should be sentenced to death directly."
"You!" Arielle covered her face in disbelief. "How dare you hit me! Who do you think you are! You're just a b*tch sleeping with a man..."
"Arielle!" Farah couldn't take it any longer and gave his daughter a slap. "Do you know what you're talking about?! Are you trying to kill the entire Stuart family?!"
If today's words were spread out, the Stuart family would get into big trouble!
"Mother! How dare you hit me!" Arielle cried. "You've never cared about me since I was a child. What right do you have to hit me now?! You're all in the same group! You want to kill me? You're not my biological mother at all! Grandpa doesn't care about me... You only care about the Stuart family! You don't even care about me!"
Two lines of tears flowed straight down Farah's eyes, and even his fingers began to tremble.
Arielle was right. She was not qualified to beat her.
The mayor's wife, who used to be dignified and elegant, choked with sobs and said, "It's my fault... It's my fault that I didn't teach you well..."
Sara didn't want to see this farce anymore. She pursed her lips and said, "Mrs. Samuel, you have seen it. She doesn't know where she is wrong and will never regret it in the future. As for what she said just now, I will pretend that I didn't hear it. But if she continues to talk nonsense in the future, it will be as simple as a slap to her face."
Farah said powerlessly, "... I know."
Sara left the reception room without even looking at Arielle.
Arielle immediately chased after him. "B*tch! You're not allowed to leave! Get the hell back here!"
As soon as she arrived at the door, she was stopped by prison guards. She could only curse like a madman. If someone passed by without knowing it, he would definitely not be able to guess that such a crazy woman was once the daughter of a high and mighty mayor.
Farah wiped his tears, but he still couldn't stop sobbing. She whispered, "Arielle... Please calm down. Mom will come to see you next time."
After she said that, she left as well. Outside, Vincenzo and Derrick were there.
Farah shook his head and said, "... You've seen it, too."
Vincenzo had a hard breath in his chest. "How did Arielle become like this?"
Mr. Stuart said coldly, "She is the good daughter you have taught! Who can be blamed?"
"Dad..." Vincenzo was speechless and had to change the subject. "What should I do now?"
"The girl is already very kind." Derrick sighed. "Since Arielle is unrepentant, let her stay in prison."
"But it's not!"
"There is no 'but'." Derrick said, "If you insist on saving Arielle, go and plead with Master Hank yourself!"
Vincenzo immediately stopped.
To plead with Master Hank?! What a joke! How could this be possible!
Derrick's tone was sincere and earnest. "Be strict with your other daughter in the future!"
Farah choked with sobs, "... I know."
Derrick sighed, looked at the reception room for the last time, and left with a cane.
Sara pinched Gemini's little psywave, and Gemini kept trying to come up and lick her. Sara pushed the dog's head and said, "Oh, do you hate it or not? Go away."
Hank placed a bag on the tea table and sneered. "You're ugly. You think too highly of yourself."
He reached out to hold Sara in his arrns and kissed her soft and tender cheek. "She belongs to me, only I can kiss her. Get lost as far as you can."
It stared at him fiercely, as if it were thinking about whether to start from the beginning or start from the foot. In fact, it couldn't move Hank at all, so it could only stare at him.
Sara was amused by him and said, "It's just a little puppy. Why are you so serious about it?"
However, the old man's desire to keep her to himself was surprisingly strong. In his mind, as long as she was a male, she could not touch him. He smiled coldly and said, "It's a male dog."
Sara: "..." I didn't know how to retort.
She quickly put the dog down on the sofa to avoid a big fight between men and dogs. She looked curiously at the paper bag and asked, "What is this?"
Hank said, "Ask Bella to buy you a cake."
The adjutant, who had gotten used to walking around in the cake dessert shop, had already gotten used to the experience of picking small cakes. This time, he bought a very beautiful strawberry mousse cake. The strawberry cake was large and fresh, as if it had just been picked off from a branch.