“Is my mom really gone?” Gerard asked.


    At his words, J paused, taken aback. She hadn''t expected Gerard to ask this question.


    In her memory, ever since Gerard became aware of the world around him, he had never once


    inquired about his mother.


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    Turns out, what J always thought as his nonchnce was actually a deep wound hidden in his


    heart.


    Poor kid.


    "Your mom''s really dead," J sighed.


    "How did she die?" Gerard pressed on.


    J frowned slightly, memories of Carole filled with disdain, "All you need to know is that she''s


    gone. The dead can''te back. Why do you need to dig up all these details?"


    "But why isn''t there a memorial for my mom in the family chapel? Why haven''t you ever taken me to


    visit her grave?"


    Faced with Gerard''s probing, J felt a pang of difort.


    Was she, as his grandmother, not evenparable to a faithless woman?


    When Gerard was just a tiny thing, not even nine pounds, it was J who bore the immense pain


    and raised him bit by bit.


    Had Carole ever fulfilled even a small part of her maternal duty?


    And now, Gerard was still clinging to her memory. It was chilling to the bone.


    "Grandma, tell me where my mom is."


    J looked up at Gerard, her face etched with pain, "That woman, right after she gave birth to


    you, abandoned your father and the newborn you to run off with another man. Unfortunately, they


    had a car ident on the way, and both died! Do you think a woman with such a shameful past


    could be honored in the Lindsay family chapel? Does a woman of such loose morals deserve for me


    to take you to pay respects?"


    Carole had indeed been a faithless woman, and she left behind a child unwanted by anyone.


    J wasn''t wrong in saying that.


    J hadn''t wanted to bring up Carole to Gerard voluntarily.


    But since Gerard had brought it up, there was no need to hide anything.


    Gerard was growing wiser by the day. What if he suddenly encountered Carole and was swayed by


    her? J would never allow Gerard to recognize a woman like Carole as his mother!


    Rather than let Gerard dwell on this, it was better topletely shatter the little hope he held in his


    heart.


    Hearing about his birth mother for the first time from J, and in such a disgraceful light, Gerard


    couldn''t ept it, "No! You''re lying! My mom isn''t like that!"


    Absolutely not! The mother in his dreams was kind and affectionate, a very good and beautiful


    person. She couldn''t be what J described.


    Gerard was still a child at heart, unable to bear such a blow, and he nearly broke down crying.


    J sighed deeply, "I''m your grandmother. Do you think I would lie to you?"


    Gerard just stared at J, silent.


    "Ms. Fletcher knows all about it. If you don''t believe me, you can ask her," J continued, "Go ask


    her if that woman didn''t have an affair behind your father''s back and give birth to a daughter out of


    wedlock!"


    After speaking, J sighed deeply, her words filled with solemnity, "Ms. Fletcher is infinitely better


    than that woman! She was the one engaged to your father; it was that shameless woman who stole


    him away and yed him for a fool! Now that Ms. Fletcher is back with your dad, it''s only right.


    Gerry, I hope you understand your grandmother''s good intentions."


    Now that she hadid it all out, there was no point in saving any face for Carole.


    She didn''t deserve it!


    After J''s revtion, it took Gerard a long while to find his voice again, "...Where is my mom


    buried?"