Facing her question, I gave her a disappointed glance and let out a cold laugh.
"Joyce, you paid for everything you bought for Grayson with my card, and the bank notifications are all coming to my phone. Do I still need to investigate you specifically?"
For three years, fueled by Joyce's promise to treat me well for life, I had worked so hard in business to provide her with the best life.
Joyce hadn't worked for three years. I had pampered her at home, and her days were filled with shopping and dining with friends.
Completely out of touch with reality, she had even forgotten about bank transaction notifications.
When I exposed her in public, her expression darkened.
"Grayson used to treat me well. He just returned and needs money in all aspects. I just wanted to help him. It's not what you think!"
I scoffed, "Does he have a hard time? Is it harder than what I went through?"
Joyce's lips moved, but she couldn't utter a word for a long time.
She finally felt a hint of guilt, her eyes filled with regret and shock, and a trace of subtle concern.
I was taken aback.
How long had it been since I had seen concern in Joyce's eyes?