Sylvan Cheney seemed uninterested in competing with Yukon Carbon, his expression still as calm as ever.
Yukon didn't speak, so neither did Sylvan, sitting silently.
For a brief moment, the entire space was engulfed in deep silence.
The monitoring room was dimly lit, with only one light on, casting an eerie glow on Sylvan Cheney's face, his chiseled features becoming even more stark and defined.
Yukon looked at him, his brows furrowed.
After a long while, Sylvan Cheney slowly said, "Be kinder to her daughter, the little one is quite pitiful."
"I'll treat her like my own."
"That's good."
"Sylvan Cheney, do you want to see her and Little Clementine?"
"Women and children don't weigh as heavily on my mind."
"I looked at your court hearing document. You can hire a defense lawyer to help reduce your sentence, you could at least bring it down to ten years."
"Ten years, twenty years, is there any difference?" Sylvan Cheney sneered.
"Unrepentant," Yukon Carbon said coldly.
