"Oh? Then how do you want me to help you?"
Adam Jones curled his lips, staring coldly at her.
Like someone possessed, Thompson fixed her swollen, fish-like eyes on Adam, saying:
"You just need to tell the Judge, I took my grandson out to play, and happened to run into those two traffickers by bad luck, and I was taken away with my grandson by them. You say I'm innocent..."
Seeing Adam's mocking gaze, she no longer cared about her pride and dignity, continuing to "advise" Adam, she said:
"I... I know it sounds far-fetched, but you're so capable, wouldn't it be easy for you to convince the Judge? After all, I'm William Campbell's grandmother, that's the absolute truth."
"Adam, Mom believes you definitely have a way, as long as you're willing to save Mom, you surely have a way, right?"
"..."
The more she thought, the more feasible it seemed.
The child belongs to the Jones Family; if not even Adam Jones pursues it, what's there for the Judge to pursue...
