"What if that person is Hellen? She could have been the one who aborted your girlfriend's pregnancy." I was still reluctant to give up. Whatever I'd heard, I'd skinned it until it was clear and straightforward so there would be no more fear of this man.
However, hearing my question, which, of course, cornered the woman he loved, John shook his head violently, either trying to deny the truth or deliberately hiding his woman's guilt.
"That's impossible. Hellen can't be rude to anyone, she's loving and soft-hearted. There's no way that–" I stared at John without blinking, ensuring he wasn't lying. However, the more I made sure, the more pronounced the lie became on his face.
"You're hiding something." I snapped.
"Clara, please... let's not discuss this. Let Moira rest in peace."
"I'm sure her spirit won't rest in peace because you let injustice hurt her. You defended a guilty man under the pretext of love while a sincere girl like her was thrown away."
