Chapter 11: Frank Confession and Another Conflict

“Because of my mother.” Leon was surprised: “Her? But she’s…”

“Yeah, she passed away. My mother was an artist. When I was ten, she finally couldn’t bear family life anymore and left us. She went to New York with her dreams. She was a very talented artist and quickly made a name for herself there, eventually becoming renowned in the industry. After achieving fame and success, she embraced a new family. To my father, she was a completely irresponsible, bad wife. To me, she was neither a good nor a bad mother. Although she wasn’t around, before she left, she gave me a bank card and deposited money into it every month. I never lacked for money. And before she died, she decided to leave me all her property. I really have no standing to blame her. But I rarely think of her, even though her urn is on my nightstand. The reason I’m thinking of her today must be your essay, Leon.”