The heavier wounds could not be seen.
The moment they reached the parking lot, Marcos suddenly stopped walking.
He turned around abruptly, his bloodshot eyes locking onto Felicia.
For several long seconds, he simply stared at her.
The disappointment in his expression hurt far more than the slap he had given her inside the conference room.
"You satisfied now?" he asked coldly.
Felicia looked at him helplessly.
"Brother..."
"Don't."
His voice cut through hers without hesitation.
"I came here believing I still had a sister."
He let out a bitter laugh.
"What I found instead..."
His eyes swept over the Torres Mendoza guards still standing near the entrance of the police headquarters.
"...was another Torres Mendoza."
Felicia's eyes immediately reddened.
"I wasn't against you."
"No?"
Marcos stepped closer.
"Then where were you when your husband's family was beating us?"
"I tried to stop them."
"You stood there."
His voice grew louder.
