Irene turned around and saw Malcom staring at her.

After  a while, Malcom came to his senses and asked, "Are... are you Myra's daughter?"

Irene nodded; she looked at Malcom in an unfriendly manner and hissed, "Who are you, sir? What are you doing here?"

"I'm a friend of Myra's—"

Irene interjected, "Friend? Sir, are you crazy? My mother was a woman with a family. How could a man and a married woman possibly be friends?"

Irene did not plan to be polite with Malcom at all. No matter what kind of feelings they had at the beginning, as long as they were married, they should be responsible for their...