"Yannick Chambers, I can't believe you even lied through your teeth that your mother was dead. You bastard!
"She had a rosy good complexion the last time I saw her. How could she possibly die so suddenly!"
I was rendered speechless.
My heart overflowed with grief and rage. I wanted to say something, but the overwhelming bitterness blocked my throat, making me unable to utter a single sound.
It had been ten months since Jane went to see my mother last time.
My mother's good complexion Jane mentioned was because my mother had asked the nurse to put makeup on her for fear that Jane would dislike her ashen face.
My mother had never worn makeup in her life and was not used to it, but she was reluctant to see Jane be frightened by her sickly look.
"I look good with makeup on, don't I?"
My mother asked me with a smile, looking at herself in the mirror.
I tried my best to hold back the tears and nodded. Then, I took Jane to see my mother, but she only stayed for five minutes before she left on the pretext of work.
That night, when my mother was in critical condition, she said she wanted to see Jane one last time.