Maria was stunned for a moment before shaking her head vigorously. "What could she possibly have? She was just a country bumpkin. Worthless."
But Noreen thought differently. Whatever Alex was hunting for so desperately had to be important.
She decided to cut to the chase. "Mom, think. Dad came all this way to find me. There has to be something. He said once we get it, our family can finally live well."
Maria, who had been shrewd and calculating her entire life, felt a sharp pang of regret.
She desperately wanted to clarify that it wasn't her who killed Gerardo, that weakling... it was her own daughter.
After wrestling with the thought, she finally pushed it aside, placing her last, fragile sliver of hope in Alex, praying he wouldn't betray her this time.
But now, hearing her daughter's words, her survival instincts kicked in, snapping her back to her usual cold, pragmatic self.
She looked at Noreen sharply and shook her head. "He won't. He only cares about himself."
