My grandma was so anxious that her eyes turned red. Her tone was almost pleading. "Please, give me a photo of Nana! Please..."
Stephen turned his face away, unmoved.
"Tell her to come and confess to me in person. I want her to kneel in front of my parents' memorial tablet and repent for her mistakes!"
My grandma was stunned for a moment and wiped away her tears.
"Betty... she can't come to see you, Mr. Green..."
Stephen coldly snorted, "Can't come? After what she did to me, I don't think she has the face to come!"
My grandma's face was haggard, her dry and cracked lips moved as she spoke, filled with pleas.
"Mr. Green, Betty... she has her reasons, please don't blame her..."
Stephen sneered, "Her reasons? Well! What kind of reason could make her betray the Green family and kill my parents!"
"And What kind of reason could make her lock me and Nana in a mental hospital, depriving us of our freedom for three whole years?"
My grandma clutched her chest in pain, trembling all over.
Stephen's voice was as cold as ice, "I wish she were dead! Even if she died a thousand times, it wouldn't make up for the harm she has done to our family!"