"Sheriff, you're saying my grandson is being held here?"
A deep, vigorous voice rang out. Not long after, a tall, burly figure appeared in the corridor outside the cell.
Although the prison corridor was rather dim.
Fang Mo could still make out the man's general appearance through the iron bars.
He was a burly, towering figure, almost identical in build to Jotaro Kujo. He wore an American cowboy hat, a beige leather trench coat over a black fitted shirt, along with decorative gemstones. He gave off the air of an old British aristocrat.
However, unlike Jotaro Kujo, he was clearly no longer young. His hair and carefully groomed beard had both turned white, while only his emerald eyes remained exceptionally sharp, completely unlike those of an ordinary old man.
"Huh?"
Holy Kujo seemed stunned upon hearing that voice. She immediately turned around in disbelief. "Dad... Dad?"
"Oh, Holy!"
The burly figure had clearly noticed Holy Kujo as well and quickly strode over.
Although Holy Kujo was already getting on in years, she still retained a trace of childlike innocence. She instinctively threw herself toward the burly figure.
The man unexpectedly cooperated, spreading his arms and giving Holy Kujo a huge hug.
"Dad, why did you suddenly come here?"
After the hug, Holy Kujo looked up in confusion. "And you even came all the way here specifically. Though Jotaro was indeed arrested for fighting, it shouldn't be anything serious..."
"It's not about that, Holy."
After the brief exchange of greetings, the old man suddenly flashed a hearty smile. "I just had a strange feeling of unease. Your grandparents in New York are doing quite well, so I gave it some thought. Perhaps my only precious daughter had run into some trouble?"
"Dad..."
Holy Kujo was visibly moved by his words. "What