It was already past ten o'clock.
Aunt Filan went to knock on the door of the study, "Young Lady, Mr. Palmer has returned."
"Let him in."
Aunt Filan conveyed the message.
Soon, Maxwell Palmer arrived.
He pushed the door open, "Mom, you wanted to see me."
Emily Watson was arranging flowers, her makeup still intact, maintaining her elegance and dignity at all times, "What do you plan to do about your sister's situation?"
Maxwell Palmer replied, "She probably won't be sentenced for long."
Emily, dressed in a cheongsam, clipped off the excess branches, "So she still has to go to jail?"
"The police have evidence; there is no other way."
