Mrs. Rowe had indeed humiliated me before, but she had also called me at three in the morning to comfort me whenever Magnus stayed out all night.
She had shown me photos of him in bed with another woman, yet when my fever refused to break, she personally cooked porridge and brought it to me.
She was not a good mother-in-law, but neither was she entirely a bad person.
"I'm not going."
Magnus became anxious. "She's already like this. Won't you even fulfill the wish of someone who's dying?"
I looked at him and said each word slowly and clearly, "Because that's your responsibility, not mine. Your mother gave birth to you and raised you. Your guilt and your regrets are yours to deal with. Why should I be dragged into it? Magnus, do you still not understand? The problem between us was never
