"Yes!"
Cooper Coldson's reply had barely a hint of hesitation.
Yolanda Greenwood just felt her chest tighten painfully, the ache bringing tears surging forth again.
She asked him with a bitter smile, "Do you love her that much? So much that you can't distinguish right from wrong, that black is white to you?"
"All she did was out of fear of losing me."
Cooper's voice was calm, but the words he spoke were exceptionally cruel.
When he thought Yolanda was a scheming woman, he loathed and despised her; yet when the schemer turned out to be Melissa Greenwood, he spoke of it so lightly.
It turned out that Young Master Coldson, high and mighty as he was, could also be so hypocritical.
Yolanda looked at him, every word stuck in her throat, unable to utter even half a word.
"Don't worry, if it truly was her mistake, I will make amends to you with her."
Another knife slashed ruthlessly into Yolanda's heart.