Yuri rubbed his face as he listened to Rosetta’s words. His elbows were on his knees. He himself could not believe it, and he would have it investigated. And right now, he couldn’t do anything but just give in to her wish. To drink.
“So, who do you think my father is, Yuri, huh? Am I adopted? Am I not even my mother’s daughter?” she asked curiously and bitterly, heart being twisted inside her chest.
She had not mentioned what Carlos attempted to do to her, thinking it may work Yuri up. If that happens, she knew the whole thing would blow out of proportion. That was for sure.
But is it really a good idea not to tell him at all? she silently wondered, feeling burdened.
She hoped she did not make the bad decision. Besides, she handled it well. She was not hurt. Just that the thing that
