George's hand gave Cynthia's hand another reassuring squeeze.
"I know exactly what you're thinking, and you're right," he said.
George was not an outsider to the velvety community of Washington DC, he knew what a scandal of a sort meant for house Evans. The only way the Greens could drag her into a court of law and degrade her like that was over his dead body.
Cynthia's eyes glistened with the tears of the helpless, she felt that she was going through a great deal of unjust.
"You have my word… I swear to you, Cynthia, they will never win. They're trying to fabricate and scheme but you're above all of this... I will have them sinking in their own mud until they eat it. They won't touch one hair on John's head,"
