At White House
"How is my granddaughter?" Saul asked, his voice weary. He was still lying in bed, an IV drip attached to his arm, his body was so weak after he just had a mild heart attack. At this point, he was the only person Carla could rely on.
"She's still detained, Mr. President, we tried to bail but there's nothing we can do. There are too many cases filed against her now. She's been accused of being the mastermind of every crime that Rico committed," his assistant replied carefully.
"Also, the Field Marshal called while you're asleep. He advised that you should not intervene in the investigation. He assured me he would handle the matter personally and that you focus on getting better."
Saul nodded, his expression unreadable. He trusted his son-in-law more than anyone, if Arlan said he would handle it, he would.
His assistant hesitated before speaking again. "Sir, there's something else…"
Saul's brow furrowed. "What is it? Speak."
