Chapter 92 His Mistress(2)

I shook my head, a pang of guilt twisting in my chest. "No, and I don't intend to," I said as I looked away from her. I hoped that would stop her from inquiring about what had happened, but I was wrong.
I watched as understanding flickered in Maria's eyes, a silent acknowledgement of the turmoil brewing beneath the surface. She knew, as everyone did, the strained relationship between my mother and me. Now I was aware everyone knew.
"And what happened yesterday?" she asked gently, her curiosity tempered with empathy as she looked at me with such pity.