Evelyn Sherman's crystal clear eyes shimmered slightly as she spoke softly.
"For some people, being alive might not be better than being dead."
Sheldon Yale had committed so many misdeeds that letting him die would have been too easy on him; he deserved to spend the rest of his life in prison, repenting for his sins.
"Buzz, buzz—" Mr. Gomez's cell phone began to ring.
After answering the call, his facial expression slightly changed, and he hung up the phone in shock, turning to look at Chester Yale.
"Mr. Chester, I've just received a message: Sheldon Yale collapsed while being transported and has been diagnosed with terminal lung cancer..."
"..."
Chester Yale's dark eyes suddenly narrowed, a flicker of astonishment passing through them.
Sheldon Yale's gastric cancer was fake, but now he had been diagnosed with real lung cancer—was this retribution?
Law had not claimed his life, but the cycle of nature did not spare him!
