Angela had an evil smile on her face, "As for your father, he died so young. Don't you think you're the curse to have him dead?"
"He was a healthy man, but got sick all of a sudden. So sick that it triggered his MI. He had never had MI before, had he? Don't you think you were the curse?"
Gloria's heart was gripped. Even her face went a little pale.
She didn't believe she had been the curse for his father's death like what Angela had just said, but...
She hadn't known that Uncle Claude had such a viperous family. She had always trusted them.
In retrospect, her father had always been as sound as a bell, why had he become so sick all of a sudden? She hadn't even gotten to see him for the last time...
Angela patted Gloria on the shoulder with a smile, "You're destined to be alone, Gloria
