Delia’s POV

After I asked that question, Albert stared at me in disbelief, not saying a word for a long while.

"Albert, what's wrong?" His scrutinizing gaze made me feel uneasy. I had expected him to say something, but after waiting for quite some time without a response, I had to ask, "Is there something wrong with what I said?"

"Something wrong? Of course, it's wrong!" Albert responded with agitation.

"You barely spent any time with your mother. How could you possibly know how she died? ...