Michael Marshall lowered his eyes slightly, nodding in acknowledgement.
The old man's sharp gaze bore into his son, his voice heavy with implication. "I've told you before, human intentions are unpredictable, and even what you see with your own eyes may not be the truth. Real or fake, fake or real, nothing deceives us more than the human heart. If you allow yourself to be clouded by suspicion, you blind yourself to the truth."
Lips pressed together, Michael wanted to speak but didn't.
The old man's gaze, bright and unfathomably deep, held a hint of coldness underneath. "I hope you aren't being soft. I hope you see the truth. Olivia Jenkins has been defamed and accused of infidelity time and again. Don't you see through it yet?
The actions against her are actually directed at Daniel. If she hadn't married Daniel, who would care about her? Who would bother meddling in her affairs? Who would go to such lengths to harm someone uninvolved?
