When Trisa heard Mellisa's question, she shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know!"
She replied painlessly, but suddenly tears filled her eyes. She met Simon's gaze and laughed at herself. "Dad, you didn't mean to save me from the start, did you!"
Trisa was not stupid. On the contrary, she was wicked smart.
Over the years, she had spent so long living under the supervision of everyone in the Irwan family, she deeply understood the consequences of telling everything.
But her children had nothing to do with it. No matter how cruel Trisa was, she couldn't allow her two sons to bear her sin.
Trisa's faint gaze fell out the room's window.
The sky outside seemed gloomy, as if reflecting what was inside her heart, ready to crumble anytime.
She had sacrificed a lot, everything she worked so hard on ended tragically.
If Jean didn't take her son hostage, she really would have set foot in the United States with all her secrets.
