After saying that, she shook her head in dismay, but she couldn't help recalling words Lin Yuan once shared with her. Indeed, prison was no place for humans. Boss had only been incarcerated for a few months, and he was already finished.
Lin Yuan had complex feelings about Lin Dashuan's fate, more lament than sympathy. Kidnapping children—if you don't get caught, you're safe. Once caught, this was the inevitable outcome. It was just that she hadn't expected Lin Dashuan to die so soon, though the man had already damaged his health with his drinking before he even went to prison. His demise had been only a matter of time.
"Has Xiao He learned about it?" Lin Dashuan was Auntie's real son. Even if her son had done something to let her down, and was now on his deathbed, it was undoubtedly hard for her to bear. But it was even tougher for Xiao He, still so young and already having been abandoned by her mother, and now her only father figure was dying too.
