Alan responded promptly, "Yes, sir."

Mr. Scott frantically searched his memory.

Today? There was only one incident: his son lost a bet with friends to steal someone's bag and hurt a beautiful woman.

Suddenly it clicked. His back drenched in cold sweat, and he stammered,

"Mr. Evans, I had no idea she was your woman. If I'd known, I would've let this worthless son rot in jail. Please have mercy—he's my only son. Without his hands, he ...