She would rather believe that it was her daughter's immaturity, blaming everything on Cora Lowell.
But what truly broke her heart was never whether he had an affair or not.
Instead, it was realizing that the marriage she believed to be solid for decades never truly existed.
Fiona Lynch left quietly.
Yvonne Cheney turned and went upstairs.
Just as she lifted her foot onto the first step, a cry suddenly came from behind.
"Mom!"
Yvonne Cheney didn't turn around, she just stood in the middle of the stairs, her fingers tightly gripping the handrail.
She hadn't cried yet, so why was she calling out in pain?
Without a response, Lana Lowell bit her lip.
She dragged her injured body to her, her face pale as paper.
"Mom... are you mad at me? Is it because... because I hid things from you before?"
As soon as she said this, Yvonne Cheney slowly turned her head, her gaze directly falling on her face.
"Is it just that simple, hiding?"
She spoke lightly.
