The car fell into a sudden silence.

Emily waited for Mr. Satan's answer, but this time he was unusually quiet.

He still wore his silver mask, and Emily couldn’t see his expression.

Was his silence an admission, pain, or anger?

She hoped he would refute her assumption, proving her suspicion wrong.

But he didn’t.

Emily gave a bitter smile and said, "I thought I wouldn’t become a resentful woman, but I did."

Mr. Satan lowered his eyes, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. "What did ...