Sheila Fletcher's beautiful eyes drooped, her face pale and unsightly as she walked out of the detention centre into the light drizzle outside.
Watching through the window as the frail and helpless figure of the woman left, the warden blew on the tea in his hand and said to his subordinate, "See, when a man is worthless, it's the wife and child who suffer. This Bruce Wallace thinks too highly of himself, acting like a rich young man from a prominent family when the Wallace family is already in ruins. Tell everyone else, from now on, there's no need to treat him with special care. Just..."
The words that followed didn't need to be said; the subordinate understood.
For someone like Bruce Wallace, who has never suffered before, just strictly following protocol is enough to teach him a lesson.
Indeed, the former Mrs. Wallace looked so frail and gentle, only a man from a wealthy family like Bruce Wallace would fail to appreciate her.
