C98 Her mother's case

“Yes, Dad,” I said firmly.

“And I know the truth. The truth about Mom and her affairs.”

Dad’s eyes locked onto mine, his expression unreadable. But I didn’t hesitate. I wasn’t oblivious—I had always known the truth. I had seen everything, heard the whispers, and watched in silence. I simply chose not to say anything.

I lived my life without interfering in theirs.

At first, it hurt