"You'll regret this."
"When something goes wrong, it'll be too late for regret."
Rupert laughed.
"What could possibly go wrong?"
He walked to the window, his back to his mother. "Everyone knows she's Rupert Sanchez's wife. No one would dare actually touch her."
"Lock her up for a few days, let her suffer a bit, and she'll know she was wrong."
"And then?"
Kathy couldn't help but ask.
"In three days, I'll go get her."
"Once she's suffered enough, she'll behave. She'll be a proper Mrs. Sanchez."
Kathy finally sighed and stopped pleading on my behalf.
Just then, crying came from upstairs.
The moment Rupert heard it, he rushed up and pulled Yolanda into his arms.
"What's wrong?"
His voice was tender—unrecognizably so.
Yolanda lifted her head, her eyes red and swollen.
"Rupert... I'm scared."
"I'm worried about what might happen to Aileen at that club..."
"Don't mention her."
Rupert's tone went cold for an instant, then softened again. "She's getting what she deserves. Just rest. Don't think about it."
But Yolanda shook her head.
She clutched the front of his shirt, her knuckles white.
"That's not it... I was the one being reckless. I snuck out on my own. Aileen didn't know... She really didn't know!"