A faint hint of helplessness lingered on Chairman Delaney's curling lips. He stretched out a hand, patting Lariette's shoulder gently. The wrinkles on his face softened as he gazed at his granddaughter.
Her countenance clearly displayed her reluctance as gloom clouded her usually clear eyes. The shadows cast by her bangs slightly obscured her face.
"Then, I'll tell your brother to drop the investigation. You're right. It happened over twenty years ago. The truth no longer matters."
In truth, Chairman Delaney actually wondered if Declan's assumptions were correct. But, at the same time, he didn't want to burden the unwilling Lariette with this matter.
After all, she was the main party involved.
Who were they to force her if she refused?
The unexpected switch had already changed her life trajectory. It was only by a stroke of luck that they learned about her existence ten years ago.
