The following morning, Yuliana showed up uninvited in the living room of the Fullers’ residence.
Tears tumbled in her eyes as she sat on the sofa and wept.
Sitting in a leather recliner chair was Shane’s mother, Raina Fuller. She had just stepped into her fifties but, due to her meticulous self-care routines, her skin was firm and her complexion ruddy. She had managed to preserve her slender figure and the lady resting on the chair looked to be no more than 25.
She donned a black short-sleeved dress with flower prints. Through the dignified air that emanated from her, there was no less beauty and grace.
Raina stared indifferently at teary-eyed Yuliana and felt a sense of vexation stem in her heart. Still, she consoled patiently, “You knew Shane has always disapproved of dirty tricks. Drugging him was just you digging your own grave.”
“Aunt Raina, I was not in my right mind! If anything, it’s because Shane…” Yuliana’s voice trailed away as she sulked.