Relentless Suppression

She was startled again, her gaze turning cold as she looked at me.

I vaguely understood in my heart that Tracy's death was not as simple as it seemed.

Dora Mitchell quickly corrected herself, "What I mean is that Joy can't have autonomy. Even though Tracy was irreplaceable in his heart, it was impossible for anything to come of it. Even if she hadn't died, there would have been no outcome!"

"So, Tracy was irreplaceable to Mr. Wilson. That must have been tormenting for you, Dora," I retorted. "After all, it directly affects you."

Her expression froze for a moment but then deepened into a smile, "I never cared about that. Even if a thousand Tracys appeared, he would still be mine. I couldn't let him go even if I wanted to."

She spoke with immense pride.

I nodded in acknowledgment. She wasn't wrong; she had the mighty Wilson Family backing her.