"Why should I trust your words?" A snarky voice arose in the room breaking the silence.
Richy looked up and gazed at the woman sitting on the couch with her legs crossed one over the other.
There was a glass of wine in her hand and an annoyed look on her face when she did not receive an answer to her question.
"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" She derided him and scoffed when he stared at her with his eyes wide open.
Richy bit his lower lip and shook his head, his shoulders slightly slumped with a wronged and aggrieved expression on his face.
If this was Mandy sitting in front of him then surely she would have stopped her harsh words after looking at his sorry and anxious state.
However, the woman sitting before him, the one interrogating him for the past few minutes was not Mandy but her mother, Lucille Rong.
