Lana Parker stared at the light shadows on the glass window, suddenly recalling the scene when she had flown across the Pacific Ocean full of confidence to confess her love to him years ago.
In that campus filled with the smell of disinfectants, Amelia Foster wore a student uniform, slender and pure, unspectacular, yet her eyes were filled with him, unwilling to leave even a bit of room for others.
Maybe she should have given up at that time; then she wouldn't have become enemies now, with even her father getting implicated.
Actually, what she said to Seth Hardy tonight wasn't completely for show. As long as Daniel Cooper would let her father go, she would be willing to admit her guilt.
A car accident case that hadn't even been carried out, no matter how serious the punishment, wouldn't exceed two years. As long as she could keep her father's position, she didn't care if her reputation was ruined.
