As she gently coaxed Ronian, his eyes reddened with tears inside.
"Mom, I'm sorry. I want to live. I don't want to give up the honor and wealth that I have now. I don't want to go to jail. I don't want to live like a walking dead. I would rather be dead!"
Ronian hugged the thin woman tighter and tighter.
"Don't worry. That bastard made you mentally ill, and that's why you lost my sister. I know how much you hate him."
"I will make him pay!"
...
In the evening, Konner came back, rubbing his lower back and complaining.
He had been forced to run errands at the National Bureau of Investigation for several days, and his whole body was about to fall apart from the pain.
Ronian was so cruel. Konner was not strong, and he didn't even have a belt. How could he bear the tasks of the Bureau with such a weak body?
He really wanted to cry because his life was squeezed out of him as if he was in hell.
When would this end?