"You said you have a daughter?" Zoe exclaimed.
"Yes," Shelly admitted frankly. "So can you believe me when I say I'm not here to break you up?"
"Could your daughter be Nox's–"
"You think too much. If my daughter were Nox's, would I have brought her along to live such a hard life with me?" Shelly asked.
Zoe scrutinized her.
"Don't worry, my daughter isn't Nox's, so I don't have the power to break you up. If you believe I won't tell Nox, you can leave. If you don't believe me, you can give me a sum of money to shut me up. I've never thought of blackmailing you, but if you think that it can give you peace of mind, I won't reject it."
Zoe frowned at Shelly.
Shelly should be quite young, yet she made so much sense that Zoe believed her for some reason. That woman could even ask her for money in such a dignified manner.
"Why did you get plastic surgery?" Zoe still could not trust Shelly completely.
