In the prison of Dragon City, Charlotte went crazy. She couldn't stand her failure. She became paranoid and went crazy.
In the afternoon, another female prisoner, who looked in her early twenties, was locked in her cell.
When everyone was asleep, she walked to Charlotte's side. "Do you remember your son?"
Charlotte was shocked and her mouth twitched violently. "I don't have a son."
"You did. You had a son thirty-one years ago," the woman said in a very low voice.
"He died when he was born." Charlotte clenched her fists. If she had a son, she wouldn't have been reduced to such a miserable situation.
"He is not dead," the woman said.
Charlotte shook violently. Her son was still alive? How was that possible? She had seen his body with her own eyes.
"Who the hell are you? How do you know about me?"