Mom was visibly stunned, and a complex emotion flashed through her eyes. "I had a feeling it was Felicia and Shirley."
"They…" I bit my lip, struggling to get the words out. "Things had already died down, but they…" I trailed off, unsure how to continue.
"What did they do?" Mom pressed in a trembling voice.
I gripped her hand tightly as I gathered my courage. "They went to the media reporters and said awful things. Grandma… said you were a curse, that you brought bad luck and caused Dad's death. But no one believes them anymore. Everyone knows they're just spouting nonsense."
Mom's hand trembled violently, and her face turned deathly pale. She clutched my hand so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Her lips quivered, yet she didn't say a word.
A long silence passed before she finally said in a hoarse voice, "Serena, your grandma has always resented me. She has always believed I was the reason your father died."
A sharp pain stabbed through my heart like needles piercing deep into my chest.
"Mom, don't listen to her nonsense." But such feeble reassurance couldn't possibly ease her pain.
She forced a weak smile, though bitterness filled her eyes. "Serena, I'm fine. I'm used to it."
I wrapped my arms around her tightly. "Mom, I'm sorry. It's my fault. I should have protected you."
We held each other in silence. I wasn't sure who let go first, but eventually, we turned and walked back toward the hospital room. The air inside was thick with sorrow, so heavy it felt suffocating.
After settling her in, I stepped out into the hospital corridor. Staring at the darkening sky outside the window, my mind was a tangled mess.
Just then, my phone rang—it was Alex. "Serena, how's Madam Burke doing?"
"She's asleep," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "The doctor said she needs rest."
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