Fristy Davis inwardly trembled. Miles Martin's words had an implied meaning which she could clearly discern.
But now that things had reached such a point, she was determined to see it through.
Fristy picked herself up, "Lance, it's indeed my fault, I... was too impatient. I only thought about how Uncle and Auntie have been missing Aya all these years. How happy they'd be if they knew Aya was still alive. I didn't think about anything else. When I told them, Uncle and Auntie were eager to come over, that's when I started to worry. It's my fault for letting them come over despite their old age, enduring the trip..."
Cold light flashed in Miles Martin's eyes. Fristy was always like this, constantly portraying herself as someone who selflessly considered others, willing to compromise and suffer for the greater good, as if no one but her understood her intentions. She always painted herself so cleanly.
Having seen this face for so many years, Miles Martin felt the urge to vomit.
