I lifted my gaze and looked at her. "But, Mom, we still have no proof against him."
Clara's brows rose slightly, then furrowed. On her face, there was a clear sign of irritation. "So what?"
"Mom..."
"Why are you making excuses? Don't you know he is the main murderer of your husband and my only son?"
I averted my gaze from her, feeling something pierce my eyes. I stopped crying a long time ago. But that did not mean I lost all of my emotions.
Clara took a step toward me. The long, dark brown dress she wore was a perfect fit for her slim figure. She came to a halt in front of me and held my chin.
She made me look into her eyes.
"Have you forgotten Leo's suffering over the last few years before his death? Or do you want to forget how painful my son's face looked while he was lying dead
