"Mrs. Wallace, are you all right? Have some 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 time. I know everyone outside will blame me 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 extremely 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 somewhat older, spoke with sincere earnestness.
