They went to the police station and went through the visitor procedures.
Then they saw Clint.
Clint was more haggard than the last time they came. His hair was messy, and he had heavy dark circles under his eyes. His lips were deadly pale, and he had lost a lot of weight.
"Clint."
Adele went forward and grabbed Clint's hand through the iron window, crying, "Clint, when have you ever suffered like this? It's all my fault. I am useless."
"Mom..."
Clint's voice was very hoarse.
"Clint, have you been bullied here? Did they hit you with electric batons? Did they force you to eat leftovers? Did they make you kneel and bark like a dog?"
Adele muttered.
Clint and everyone else were speechless.
Clint shook his head helplessly. "Mom, you've read too many novels. I'm fine here! You're talking nonsense."