Issac Rowlett looked haggard with a pale complexion, the dark circles under his eyes clearly visible.
It was obvious that he had not been sleeping well for the past few days.
No surprise, given the kind of place he was in, it would be strange if he could sleep soundly.
Despite everything, he was her own brother, and the two of them were close growing up.
Aria Rowlett wasn't unaffected seeing Issac in such a state.
However, even though she felt sorry for him, she believed that he deserved it.
"If you didn't want to end up in here, why didn't you think about it when you took other people's money?"
"Joanna, I, I was wrong," Isaac tightly held Aria's hand, sobbing uncontrollably. "I've realized my mistake now, and I will never dare to do it again. Please, save me Joanna, I am your own brother."
"You couldn't bear to see me locked up here, right?"
Aria didn't show any emotion, merely applying a bit of force to pull her hand out of Issac's grip.