Now, Mrs. Jones was even more unhappy. “Why can he go in but I can’t go in to see my son?”

“Mr. Whitman is from Interpol’s Internal Investigation Unit and he’s the senior agent who’s looking into your son’s case. So tell me if you think he can go in?”

“...” Mrs. Jones had nothing to say, so she could only back away.

However, the longer she waited, the more frustrated she became. After thinking about it, she went out to make a call.

Inside the room.

Ryan was like a lifeless statue as he star