Yuri looked her straight in the eye. "What exactly do you want me to do?"
Dorothy raised an eyebrow slightly. "I want you to reveal the truth about what happened on the Francis Memorial Bridge nine years ago."
Yuri fell silent again. Ava stood up, gently tugging Tracy by the arm, and the two quietly slipped out of the private room. Dorothy wasn't in any hurry; she picked up her juice, took a slow sip, and waited.
Yuri turned to Vincent. "Mr. Valentine, could we talk in private?"
Vincent's gaze was cold. Dorothy stood up and said, "Vincent, I'll just step outside for a moment."
Vincent patted her hand. "Don't go too far."
Once Dorothy had left, Yuri turned to Vincent, his expression serious. "Mr. Valentine, it's not that I don't want to talk about the Francis Memorial Bridge incident.
