Chapter 97. A Daughter-in-Law

Alana returned to her chair and gracefully sat down. The woman before her used to be her friend, but now she wasn't. Joslyn, on the other hand, had a stern expression plastered on her face.

“Do you think I can stoop so low, huh? Alana, your husband is a man and…”

“You didn't answer my question….you claim to be my best friend, but know… I'm thinking otherwise,” Alana remarked, cutting Joslyn off. She was disappointed in Joslyn. The fact that she claimed to have slept with Ricardo broke her heart.

“He was drunk, Alana, we both know what a man can do… I didn't…sobs…we've been friends since childhood…sobs…why would I want to do that…"? Joslyn broke into sobs, and Alana crossed her leg over the other.

“I don't want you to work here anymore,” Alana simply said and dragged her laptop closer to her. Joslyn looked up in awe.

“Are you doing this because you are afraid…people might find out…why he did,” this time Joslyn sounded irritated, at that moment