"Mrs. Wallace, are you all right? Have so tea to calm your nerves."
The director of the detention centre hurried over upon hearing the news, even personally pouring tea for Sheila Fletcher.
"I’m fine. Bruce was too emotional... it’s all my fault for bringing up divorce at this ti. I know everyone outside will bla for kicking a man when he’s down, but... I have no choice, I have to consider my son and daughter."
Sheila wiped her tears, looking extrely haggard.
"No, no, we’ve all heard about your great virtue towards Mr. Wallace and the Wallace family. If it weren’t for you, the Wallace family would have fallen apart long ago. When Mrs. Wallace passed away, not even family relatives or her own granddaughter showed up, you managed everything by yourself. Don’t belittle yourself."
The middle-aged director, who was sowhat older, spoke with sincere earnestness.
After all, the Wallace family was once renowned in A City, and the affairs of the Wallace family were not secret in A City.
Everyone said that Bruce Wallace marrying Sheila Fletcher was a blessing for the Wallace family.
If it weren’t for Sheila Fletcher, when Mrs. Wallace died from Bruce Wallace’s anger, there might have been no one to handle matters.
Everyone knew that the Redington family and the Lucas family showing indifference toward the Wallaces had nothing to do with Sheila Fletcher.
Although Sheila Fletcher wasn’t the best mother to her daughter, she was wholeheartedly devoted to the Wallace family. It was the Wallace family who looked down on people initially, deliberately humiliating Leslie for Winona Wallace.
Now that Leslie has married up, naturally, David Redington, who loves his wife, wants to seek justice for his woman.
So you see, one shouldn’t commit wrongs in this world.
Doing bad deeds will bring retribution.
"Thank you." Sheila stopped crying, her eyes still slightly red, but she looked sowhat hesitantly at Bruce Wallace, who was being held down by the guards to calm down.
"Director... I have sothing more I want to say to Bruce, after all, we were once a couple, you see..."
The director saw the divorce agreent in Sheila Fletcher’s hand and guessed she wanted to end her relationship with Bruce Wallace, who had already been sentenced and was unfilial and unrighteous, to protect the future of her son and daughter.
"I understand. We’ll go out first, and you can have a good talk. Don’t worry, there’s tempered glass between you, he can’t do anything to you. If there’s any problem, just call us, we’ll be outside."
With that, the director motioned to the other guards, and the guard on the other side of the small window released Bruce Wallace, giving him a few warnings before leaving.
On this side of the small window, only Sheila Fletcher remained.
She turned and smiled at Bruce Wallace on the other side, for the first ti making Bruce Wallace feel a chill from the curve of her lips.
The harsh reality finally made Bruce Wallace understand his current situation. He finally regained a bit of the calmness he once had as a person in authority, squinting at Sheila Fletcher, "Why are you doing this? The Wallace family and you have no grievances, I even brought you and Leslie out from that dilapidated small building and gave you both a high-quality life.
The money the Howard family owed, I repaid for you. Even if I, Bruce Wallace, never truly loved you, wasn’t I good to you? Sheila Fletcher, how can you repay kindness with enmity?"
"Repay kindness with enmity?" Sheila Fletcher stepped closer, pressing against the window, a fierce expression spreading across her once gentle and timid face.
"If it weren’t for you, Bruce Wallace, if it weren’t for your precious daughter Winona Wallace, why would I need your charity? You say I repay kindness with enmity, why don’t you ask why Leslie, Jas Thompson, and I, our good family, ended up needing your rescue?"
At this point, Sheila Fletcher seed to rember sothing, and the fierce look in her eyes suddenly turned to a dreamlike warmth.
She curled her lips into a smile, the smile holding no mockery but rather recalling all the beautiful things of the past.
"Jas Thompson, George Howard, the only man I’ve ever loved in my life. If it weren’t for your precious daughter Winona Wallace driving drunk, Jas Thompson would never have died!"
[Next Chapter around 20:00]
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