I couldn’t help but laugh.
A laugh cold enough to hold no warmth at all.
“Marielle, did you think I was doing business with you? Bargaining with you?”
Her face flushed instantly. She lowered her head, too ashamed to look at me.
She stammered, “Aria… Mom wasn’t unwilling… it’s just that Mom… was getting old, and really didn’t know how to record videos…”
I was completely disappointed.
If she had wanted to record a video, she would have had plenty of people to help her.
“Unwilling to give anything, yet unwilling to admit it.”
My voice was as cold as shattering glass. “This wouldn’t do, that wouldn’t do. Then tell me—what request could you fulfill?”
Her tears fell nonstop, as if she were the one wronged beyond measure.
“Aria… no, Mom… Mom truly didn’t want to stop making it up to you
