Phoebe Hoffman simply couldn't accept the shocking plummet from the pampered princess of a lofty father to the depths of hell, struggling frantically, not even clear about the situation, she begged desperately, "Grandpa, I can't go in, you have to think of something, doesn't our family have so many connections? Help me find someone to get me out, I..." She couldn't accept it for fifteen years!
Mr. Hoffman turned his head away, unable to utter a word.
Lincoln Hoffman looked at her, his voice low with both heartache and disappointment, "It's useless, the family has tried every possible method for you, we've sought out every connection we could."
"How could this happen..." Phoebe Hoffman lifted her head, unwilling to believe it.
"To get you out, the Hoffman Family nearly went down with you. Our opponents have already warned us; if we stir things up again, the entire family will join you inside. Do you think your grandfather, at his age, wants to go to prison with you?"