Miranda looked even more bewildered, stunned for quite a while before clumsily asking, "Then why… um… why do you want to clear Aunt Heather's name now? You've been married for more than half a year, haven't you?"
"Because I was still holding onto a shred of fantasy before."
Richard shrugged and sighed deeply, "Fantasy that she would leave me when she couldn't take it anymore."
"Why?"
Miranda was shocked then.
"Because of a terrible misunderstanding."
Heather breezily said, carrying a basket of bread as she walked into the room, lazily glancing at the almost terrified Miranda and Richard, and then moving beside the former, she vigorously ruffled Miranda's hair, "The rest isn't something a good child should know."
Though Miranda felt a mountain of pressure in front of this charismatic lady, she bravely upheld the fearless professional spirit, courageously saying loudly, "Aunt Heather! I'm not a good child!"
"Oh, really?"
