"Feelings? What feelings?" Eliza scoffed. "Patrick’s heart has always been with Ria. Why else would he have rushed to her side the moment she got into trouble? Let me tell you, Ria and Patrick are the perfect match. Their bond since childhood is unmatched."
Her words hit like a dagger. Ria—Patrick’s childhood sweetheart. Back then, part of his tuition fees had even been paid by Ria. His entire family owed her gratitude.
I clenched my fists tightly.
"Then why doesn’t Patrick just divorce Andrea? Why all this hesitation?" My father-in-law, honest as he was, seemed genuinely confused—at least compared to my mother-in-law.
"You’re so naïve," she said, her tone laced with disdain. "Patrick has been living in her house all these years. And even though those savings were under his name, it takes time to transfer them around. Isn’t that obvious?"
Finally, the truth spilled out. This was their real motive.
"If Andrea comes back and finds us still here, with the password changed, she won’t let it go," my father-in-law said, a trace of concern was evident in his tone.