I insisted on leaving and Mrs. Cross, with reddened eyes, arranged everything for me. "Diana, I thought you'd marry Vincent sooner or later. Are you really determined to go?"
Vincent pushed the door open. Seeing the scene before him, he frowned and asked me, "You're leaving? Where are you going?"
Mrs. Cross opened her mouth, seemingly about to reveal everything, but I held her hand tightly and replied calmly, "I want to go on a trip to clear my mind. Mrs. Cross is just worried about my safety."
Vincent immediately expressed his displeasure. "After all these years, you're still holding onto the idea of finding your parents? If they truly cared about finding you, your family would have been reunited long ago..."
Perhaps it was my unwavering gaze that made Vincent feel a moment of guilt. He raised his hand to touch his nose and after sending Mrs. Cross away, he pulled me into the bedroom.
As soon as we entered, he forcefully pinned me against the door and kissed me.
"Diana, is it because I haven't treated you well, or because my mom hasn't treated you well that why you're so desperate to find your biological parents?"