"You know nothing, Helena. Don't jump to conclusions before knowing the whole truth. You should know before accusing me that your Papa is no saint either," Myra said, taking Helena's hands in hers and pulling her to the nearest chair, urging her to sit. Helena's mouth twitched downwards in utter disappointment as she looked at Johnathan.
"You said it right, Mama. I know nothing about him. I never thought that I would see my father raising his hand to hit my mother. I never took him for someone who indulges in domestic violence," Helena said, ashamed of her father. Myra felt guilty for tainting her father's ideal image in Helena's eyes.
"I thought you loved Papa. Why did you cheat on him, Mama? Didn't you think about me once before ruining my happy family? What did I do to deserve this betrayal?" Helena asked, sounding too broken.
