Chapter 325


    Agnes cut straight to the chase, “Dad, do you remember that yesterday was the anniversary of mom’s


    passing?”


    Preston’s expression changed immediately. “How could I possibly forget?”


    A wave of sadness washed over Preston’s face, “It’s been a whole decade since your mom passed


    away. I visited her yesterday. Her image on the gravestone is still the same as it was ten years ago, her


    smile so kind and loving. But I’ve aged”


    Seeing her dad’s mncholic demeanor, Agnes said, “Dad, I have a question for you, and I want you to


    tell me the truth.”


    Preston had rarely seen her daughter look so cold. He had a sense of foreboding in his heart. “What’s


    wrong?” “How did mom really die? Was it due to illness, or was it suicide?”


    Agnes’ lips trembled as she uttered the word suicide.


    Even now, Agnes couldn’t ept this reality


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    When Preston heard the word, he seemed frozen. For a moment his face changed strangely. Just by


    looking at Preston’s unusual behavior, Agnes felt like she already knew the answer.


    Preston asked, “Who told you this, was it your grandma?”


    “You don’t need to know how I found out. I just want the truth. Did mommit suicide? Tell me, did


    she die by suicide?”


    Agnes was getting worked up, her fingers clenched tightly into a fist


    Her body started to tremble uncontrobly.


    Suddenly, the man she’s been calling ‘dad for over two decades felt like a stranger to her.


    Preston looked at Agnes, his strength seemed to drain away.


    He slumped into the couch, one hand covering his face in agony, “Your mom… shemitted


    suicide.”


    That sentence, like, threw Agnes into the deep end. So it was all true. Her grandma was telling the


    truth. Her mother hadmitted suicide because of her father’s betrayal.


    Agnes was devastated.


    She had a perfect family, a mother who loved her dearly, but it was all ruined by her own father.


    Agnes gripped her hand tightly, holding back the tears.


    “Dad, why did you do this? Why did you betray mom? What was wrong with mom? Why did you have


    to mess around with other women? Why did you hurt mom? Why did you make her feel so desperate


    that shemitted suicide?”


    Preston looked utterly miserable, he couldn’t even lift his head.


    Every mention of Julia seemed to plunge him deeper into his memories of the past, and he started


    choking back sobs.


    Seeing him like this, Agnes was almost certain of his guilt.


    Now, Agnes could finally understand the despair her mother must have felt when she was betrayed by


    the person she trusted the most.


    She felt like the world was too filthy, not worth sticking around.


    “Why did you do this? Tell me, you married Laura less than half a year after mom died. Beatrice


    Pritchard is only two years older than me, which means you’ve been having an affair for at least eight


    years. I’ve never brought this up before, but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t affected. I’ve been trying to


    convince myself, telling myself that even though you betrayed mom, you still loved her. That woman


    was just a momentarypse in judgment. But now, mommitted suicide because of you, you’re the


    one who drove her to it, you’re the murderers!”


    Agnes was almost screaming out of control.


    “Who told you we killed your mother? She brought it on herself.” A female voice echoed from the


    doorway.


    Agnes turned around, and there stood Laura