Seeing the other party's shivering figure, Winters sighed.
"Your wife is truly... remarkable," he said with emotion as he addressed the prisoner. "When she heard you were still alive, your wife, holding one child and leading another, blocked the entrance to the garrison every day to petition for your pardon. From morning until evening, she blocked the way every day—I don't even know what she ate or drank, it was utterly exasperating."
Upon hearing Winters' words, Ivan's gaze became fixed, his limbs stiff, as though his soul had been shattered.
"What in the world are you two suffering from?" Winters, propping his chin, asked with interest, "I've heard that whenever you drink to excess, you beat your wife so loudly that even the neighbors across the street can hear. Despite this, your wife remains unwaveringly loyal. And despite having such a good wife, you beat her every now and then. Are you possessed, or is she?"
Ivan hung his head deeply.