Bettie was so angry that her face turned red. She retorted angrily, "You are a bad man and your son is the same as you. Everyone in your family is bad!"

Ruth and Wilton together adopted a stick-and-carrot approach. While Wilton was being tough, Ruth chimed in softly, "I know we shouldn't do this to your friend. But what we want is solely to rescue Brady.

Rest assured we have no intention of causing harm to your lovely friend.

We're utterly clueless when it comes to hatching schemes to rescue Brady. We couldn't think of anything better than this. Take a look at our predicament here, and you might understand. Nobody wants to see their offspring behind bars. It might be wiser for you to join forces. Ponder on it."

"You've got a knack for spewing nonsense," Bettie retorted, rolling her eyes.

“Ultimately, you're threatening us to forgive your son for his wrongdoings!"

Ruth, undeterred, replied, “If you're itching to lay into me, be my guest."

Ruth maintained her composure, adding coolly, “After that, perhaps you could take a moment to think about it carefully. Consider whether your pride holds more weight or your friendship."

Facing Ruth's stoic demeanor, Bettie found herself at a loss for words.

Bettie exchanged a glance with Sabrina. Despite Ruth's words, their options were painfully limited.

With a derisive smirk, Sabrina interjected, “Convinced we'll give in if you play that card, huh? What's there to contemplate?"

Ruth's smile widened as she gracefully extracted paper and pens from her bag.

“I have to do so. You've got your wits about you. Please, start jotting. Once that ‘letter of understanding’ is inked, your pal walks free."

Eyeing the notebook before her, Sabrina lifted her gaze, a sly twinkle in her eyes.

“Remember your grand promises?"

Having committed to a compromise, Sabrina figured she might as well maximize the gains, just in case frustration set in without tangible rewards.

Wilton sneered, "Absolutely. Trust me on that."

Sabrina bowed her head, picked up the notebook, and casually selected a page to start to draft the "letter of understanding."

Amid the quiet moment, an unexpected commotion echoed from outside the door.

ALL heads turned toward the disturbance.