Blue veins bulged on the back of Joseph's hand. He stared into Lucille's eyes and asked word by word, "Who is it?"
Lucille lowered her eyes and smiled faintly. "Haven't you already guessed it, Mr. Joseph?"
Joseph refused to back down. "I want to hear you say it yourself."
Only when she said it herself would he believe it.
Lucille pursed her lips. After a long silence, she finally spoke.
"Since you've guessed who I am and know my origin, you must have investigated my background, too. I'm sure you also know that there is someone in my heart that I can't forget, Mr. Joseph. His name is Frank Stewart," she stated.
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She explained, "Actually, when I was on the street yesterday, I was surprised that Frank actually managed to find me. However, right now, I'm a sinner with the crime of treason, and I'm supposed to be dead. I had no choice but to pretend I didn't know him so that I didn't implicate him."