Enrico Tucker furrowed his brow; his grandmother used to not be this kind of person. She often educated them to abide by the law and not to abuse their family's connections to misbehave.
She clearly knew Jane Bailey had done wrong, so why did she still insist on protecting that girl?
Even going so far as to slander the victim?
Mrs. Tucker's expression was very cold. With a slap, she put down her cup, and the surrounding atmosphere instantly became chilled. She retorted, "Are you lecturing me?"
Enrico didn't understand: "I didn't mean that, I just..."
"You just like Nathalie Quinlan?"
Her words were sharp, piercing right through Enrico's inner thoughts and laying them bare in the sunlight.
There were others present.
Enrico's handsome face grew both hot and agitated as he clenched his fists.
He lacked the courage to openly admit his feelings for a girl several years younger than himself: "It's not about that, I just think what you're doing is wrong."