"You're still lying. After you saw him, he got sick!" Yvonne Young struggled weakly, her heart torn.
Spencer Sullivan still denied it, "I really didn't. I was going to help him get bail."
Yvonne Young still didn't believe him, "Spencer Sullivan, you're still lying to me, still lying to me."
At this moment, in this man's arms, she didn't know whether she hated him or herself.
She wished they would all go down together.
Spencer Sullivan carefully loosened his hold on Yvonne Young, trying to explain to her, "I don't know who told you that, but listen to me."
He had been carefully probing Yvonne Young's emotions, "I only went to prison once to see your father, and I didn't even speak to him."
Yvonne Young looked at Spencer Sullivan's sincere demeanor, not like he was lying.
But the two police officers didn't know her identity, so they wouldn't deliberately create conflict between her and Spencer Sullivan in front of her.
