32-His leg...

The lady in front of her was Brent's mother.

It took Hermosa a few seconds to absorb this fact, but she didn't know what to do next. She stood in silence as she heard the woman say, "Don't be nervous, I've come to see you for nothing more than to have a chat. Just call me Auntie Simona, your name is Hermosa Pena, right?"

"Yes, you can call me Hermosa." Hermosa smiled a little reluctantly.

"You and Brent are friends?" Ms Simona's question was clearly purposeful.

Jeffrey had had someone look into the person in front of him some time ago and had said that Hermosa had never been friends with Brent before, but nothing else was suspicious.

But she and her husband were unsure. For one thing, her parents' instincts made them realise that Hermosa and Brent had an unusual relationship, but Hermosa was a single mother with a child. This was not an easy thing for either of the parents to accept.

Jeffrey was always stammering, as if he was hiding something from them, and wouldn't tell them when