20

I didn't see Jemma again until six months later. She came to my door with red eyes, demanding an explanation.

She limped towards me and asked, "Why? I did what you told me. Why won’t you let me off?"

Her frustrated look had some appeal.

I raised an eyebrow and casually asked her, "Jemma, what did I do?"

What could I have done?

All I did was take some action after learning that she had gotten involved with a new man again.

Jemma still had some tricks up her sleeve. She used the old made-up story to deceive a man who cared about her.

As for me, I had no choice but to find the man's contact information and tell him the truth about what happened between Jemma and Zac.

She was so angry that her whole body was shaking. "How can you break your word like this!"

I nodded briefly, "You can think that way if you want."

"But, Jemma, recall carefully," I continued, "I only promised not to harm your son. As for you, I didn't make any promises."

After a long silence, Jemma suddenly burst into tea