In the back seat, Victor stared in the direction she had gone, his gaze lingering long after she disappeared.
After a long while, he spoke softly, almost to himself. "If, at first, you think what you did was right, but then one look from her makes everything feel wrong… then in the end, who was really right, and who was wrong?"
Steven Han did not dare answer. He only tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his curiosity burning.
Mr. President… just what had you done to Miss Cruz to make you look like this?
"This… sometimes, President Steele, being right isn't the most important thing." The secretary replied.
Victor frowned slightly, clearly not understanding what Steven Han meant.
