Claudia Ross stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the Rolls-Royce Phantom carrying Ethan Ross leave the manor.
It felt like an invisible hand was clutching her throat.
Making it difficult for her to breathe, unable to speak.
Wyatt Perry stood silently behind her, his heavy alcohol breath enveloping her.
He reached out, encircling her waist, pressing his entire body against her back.
"Wife, don't be sad."
"I'm not sad, just angry. Why does Ethan Ross have such a good life, getting out of prison so quickly?"
She thought he would spend the rest of his life in prison, but he was released after only one and a half years.
One and a half years, so short a time, how could it quench the hatred in her heart.
Wyatt Perry calmly replied, "Originally, the money he earned from auctioning your mother's belongings was used to repay debts, and the judge sentenced him to three years, now he's been released early."
