"Tom, you can't be so negative, you know?"
In front of the cell, Jonas looked helplessly at Tom on the other side.
This boss had come into contact with either the first or second homeless man after arriving in the United States, a fellow who, after a chat with the boss, had rushed out the next day to execute justice.
In two more days, his case would be going to trial.
At this moment, Tom revealed a slight smile, "No, Joe, I'm not being negative."
"Then why won't you cooperate with the mental health evaluation." Jonas looked at him with dissatisfaction, "Do you know how much I had to pay to get a doctor to help you?"
"I don't have a mental illness, Joe," Tom said, "Everything I did was what I wanted to do. That bitch and that bastard deserved to die."
