The color drained from Aidan's face. He stumbled backward two steps and almost fell.
"Why? Are you doing this... Because of him?" He suddenly remembered the person in the next interrogation room.
As if regaining his senses, he ran out the door like a madman.
Isaac was sitting on the metal chair, smoking.
Aidan burst into the room, falling to his knees harshly. He bowed to him and sobbed loudly, "Mr. Garten, I was wrong. I'm sorry. I'm begging you to give me a chance."
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