The rough sea wavered ceaselessly, mirroring Yvonne Finley's tempestuous heart at this very moment.
A vein pulsed on her forehead, her eyes reddened, and even her breathing grew wrecked. She fought constantly to calm herself down.
"Wilson Finley… what on earth are you talking about?"
They'd already found it hard to return to the past. She figured they were, at most, strangers to each other.
But even that faint possibility could no longer exist in this world.
From a position of power, Wilson looked down on her, his back to the light. The dark sea lent itself to his cold exterior.
"An eye for an eye. My parents were killed by members of the Finley family. At the time, my mother was pregnant. She and her unborn child both became casualties under your mother's hand. How could I let her get off that easy?"
Yvonne Finley stood dumbfounded: "My mother...?"
