A month later,

“Mom, I can't stay here any longer, is there really nothing you can do to get me out?” Ava's eyes moistened as she held the bar, separating the both of them.

“Don't cry my dear, I'm still looking for a way I'm sure you'll be out sooner than later. That vixen really has Gilbert's son, wrapped around her fingers.”

“You mean the young master?”

“Yes, he made sure that the officers can't be bribed with money, plus my chance of visiting you has expired. Which means I won't visit you again, till the day of your bail.” Hilda stated, as a sad expression was contoured on her...