"I hate Richard and Katherine, and I don't even know how to love my mother," Dorothy confessed.
"Weren't you trying to end your relationship with your mother? Why can't you just tell me the truth?"
Vincent questioned, his gaze fixed on Dorothy, "Why are you keeping secrets for that old man who assaulted you?"
"I'm not keeping secrets for anyone." Dorothy's voice was icy. "At that time, my mother was working late every night. I didn't tell her because I didn't want to disturb her."
Vincent pressed on, refusing to let Dorothy evade the question.
"Now you know that your mother won't change for you. She still stands by that man's side. Why don't you expose his disgraceful behavior?"
Dorothy clenched her fists. "I have my own plans. I'd like you to stay out of this matter."
Their eyes lo
