The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.
Jeanne pulled Monica's hand. "I'll explain it to you after I'm done with my grandfather's funeral."
Although Monica was unwilling to wait, she knew it was not a good time for Jeanne to explain it all to her at the moment.
Hence, she nodded reluctantly. "Don't try to fool me."
"I promise."
Monica had just let go of Jeanne, but the next second, she thought of something, and her expression changed. "Speaking of which, your father doing that to your grandfather..."
Just that thought made her hair stand on end, yet Jeanne was calm. Had she kept it to herself the entire time?
She found Jeanne pitiful, to have to endure everything on her own. If she were to encounter such a thing, or if her father did that…
She touched wood.
Her father was not like that. Her father was the most filial and the best person in the world.
"I'm fine," Jeanne said indifferently.
