When he spoke about Tasha Moore, his tone didn't waver in the slightest, not even the fact that she had been kidnapped stirred any emotion in him.
It was genuine indifference, uncaring. Mrs. Johnson's heart constricted as she watched Samuel Johnson like this, and her nervous fingers began to sweat.
If she told him that Tasha Moore was carrying his child, would he refuse to help her outright?
One wrong deed required countless others to remedy it, just like lies needed countless more to cover them up.
Samuel Johnson fixed his gaze on Mrs. Johnson's expression. He suddenly realized that things were not as simple as they seemed. His face slightly hardened, and looking at his mother's evasive eyes, his voice carried a sternness, "Mom, is there something else you're hiding from me, besides her kidnapping?"
