Chapter 515

Madeline:

“Since when? Do you have any documents to prove that they are your assistants?” Lady Abigail asked sharply.

Her tone was unusually aggressive.

This was not how they normally addressed lawyers, but I assumed she was frustrated.

Of course, whenever Lady Abigail looked at me, every issue became personal.

And of course, because I had once forced her to kneel at my feet, I knew she still held resentment over it.

“Here, you want the documents?” Valeria asked cheerfully as she began piling the papers in front of them.

A little earlier, while we were eating noodles, she had handed me a few documents and asked me to sign them.

At the time, I did not understand why she was naming me as her assistant.

Now I did.

Honestly, the way she had handled it, that small victory, made me feel as if she carried a spark.

Suddenly, my hopes rose.

“So, Lady Abigail, can we meet Ron?” I asked with a smile on my lips, one I knew would shake her world.

She stared at me blankly before nodding.

“Sure. I cannot stop you anymore, can I?” she replied.

The deep eye contact said everything.

When were they going to learn?

After all of that, we left to meet Ron.

I had requested that we be allowed to spend more time with him, but since it was

the first day, we decided to simply check on his condition and tell him about Yuvonne.

When we reached the prison, we realized just how bad the situation was.

The first thing that struck me was that the prison chosen for Ron was not one usually assigned to an alpha.

Even if murder charges were placed on them, until those charges were confirmed, they were not treated this harshly.

Seeing Ron in such conditions felt wrong.

The prison was located at the far end of the territory, hidden behind a mountain range.

Criminals worked there all day.

No distinction was made between those accused of murder, theft, assault, or even self-defense.

Everyone received the same treatment.

That unsettled me deeply.

When our car stopped and the three of us stepped out, my heart nearly stopped.

Thick iron bars surrounded the entire area.

Inside, criminals roamed freely.

Some were fighting.

Others were breaking stones with pickaxes or chopping wood under supervision.

A prison guard approached and spoke to Valeria.

After informing him that we wanted to meet Ron, he nodded and stepped aside. “Come,” Valeria said to us calmly.

I still could not understand why Ron had been placed there.

The accusations against him had not even been proven yet.

“Ah, is she here to entertain us?” Suddenly, one of the prisoners came too close to me, making my heart skip a beat.

I saw the menace in his expression.

Before I could react, Byron grabbed his wrist tightly so that he had stretched out of the bars.

“If you

her think about touching

her, I will grind your hands into dust you

be the chance, Byrom

warned, shoving him back t

him back

The prisoner fell onto his back.

“What happened? Did you get jealous? Are you her lover?” another

inmate shouted angrily at Byrohet

for

pushing his friend.

The exchange unsettled me.

I quickly looked away from the prisoners.

“Looks like none of you are given proper discipline here. If you want, I can step inside and handle you one by one, then we will see whether am a lover or a psycho,” Byron and

shouted, gripping the barse

waiting for any of them to come closer.

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“Okay, Byron. That is enough. Let’s go,” Valeria said coolly, turning back and tapping his shoulder.

Her lawyer’s coat was oversized.

The messy bun on her head, with a chopstick tucked through it, made her look

unexpectedly adorable.

“Or maybe give us the one with the glasses,” another inmate yelled.

“Fine. Let’s go,” Byron muttered, shaking his head.

“Wait a second. You did not defend me. They should have been told not to call me

four eyes,” Valeria complained lightly.

The two of them began arguing again as we walked ahead.

We finally reached the side rooms.

The entire prison lay under open sky, but these rooms were built like old-fashioned prison chambers.

Meetings were held there.

I had heard that at night, the prisoners were sent to basement cells where there was barely any air.

It felt as though they were living in a hidden dungeon.

The moment I stepped in, I already felt suffocated.

The atmosphere made me uneasy.

If he were truly a criminal, that would be different.

But Ron? I knew he had done nothing to deserve this.

His presence there, in those conditions, was deeply wrong.

We were seated in an old-style room with a large barred window.

Byron shifted restlessly in his chair.

The chairs were wooden, narrow, and extremely uncomfortable.

Then the door opened.

Warriors brought Ron in, his hands cuffed.

The sight of him brought tears to my eyes.

He did not look weak in the physical sense.

If anything, his muscles were more defined from being forced to work day and night.

But the exhaustion on his face nearly broke me.

I had always seen Ron smiling, positive, and full of life.

Today, he looked like he was sinking into something dark.

As soon as he stepped inside and saw me, a frown appeared on his face.

It was not the kind of frown I had expected.

It made me feel as if he was not happy to see me.

That feeling was confirmed when he immediately stepped back toward the guard.

“I am not speaking in front of her,” he said firmly.

When he finished, his head snapped toward me.