Delia’s POV
After I asked that question, Albert stared at me in disbelief, not saying a word for a long while.
"Albert, what's wrong?" His scrutinizing gaze made me feel uneasy. I had expected him to say something, but after waiting for quite some time without a response, I had to ask, "Is there something wrong with what I said?"
"Something wrong? Of course, it's wrong!" Albert responded with agitation.
"You barely spent any time with your mother. How could you possibly know how she died? You, no, not just you, everyone believes she died of an illness. That's because your father was able to spread the news of her illness and make everyone believe it!"
My father spread the news that my mother had died of an illness and made everyone believe it. Why would he do that?
A troubling thoug
