"The wound isn't very deep, and she was admitted in time. She'll be alright," the head of the Gu Family quietly consoled his wife. He had glimpsed at the wound on Gu En's hand. Though it appeared fearsome, he was sure that it hadn't affected any major blood vessels.
"She must be terrified being alone in the jail. If she finds out that she's getting out only to be sent back, she will surely collapse," Mrs. Gu fretted endlessly. But in this matter, with Xing Ye and Chen Yun, and also Bian Mufan from the court, there was very limited wiggle room for the Gu and Lan Families.
"Don't you worry, Mrs. Gu. The mental tolerance of a murderer isn't that limited. At most, she will find other ways of self-harm once she returns to the station, till you exhaust all methods to get her out," Chen Yun spoke, glancing at the police officers who stood silent with bowed heads. He knew, before he arrived, the Gu family members must have bawled them out.
