Heartstrings on Fire novel Chapter 325

Agnes cut straight to the chase, "Dad, do you remember that yesterday was the anniversary of mom's passing?"

Preston's expression changed immediately, "How could I possibly forget?"

A wave of sadness washed over Preston's face, "It's been a whole decade since your mom passed away. I visited her yesterday. Her image on the gravestone is still the same as it was ten years ago, her smile so kind and loving. But I've aged."

Seeing her dad's melancholic demeanor, Agnes said, "Dad, I have a question for you, and I want you to tell me the truth."

Preston had rarely seen her daughter look so cold. He had a sense of foreboding in his heart. "What’s wrong?" "How did mom really die? Was it due to illness, or was it suicide?"

Agnes' lips trembled as she uttered the word suicide.

Even now, Agnes couldn't accept this reality.

When Preston heard the word, he seemed frozen. For a moment his face changed strangely. Just by looking at Preston's unusual behavior, Agnes felt like she already knew the answer.

Preston asked, "Who told you this, was it your grandma?"

"You don't need to know how I found out. I just want the truth. Did mom commit suicide? Tell me, did she die by suicide?"

Agnes was getting worked up, her fingers clenched tightly into a fist.

Her body started to tremble uncontrollably.

Suddenly, the man she's been calling 'dad' for over two decades felt like a stranger to her.

Preston looked at Agnes, his strength seemed to drain away.

He slumped into the couch, one hand covering his face in agony, "Your mom... she committed suicide."

Seeing him like this, Agnes was almost certain of his guilt.

Now, Agnes could finally understand the despair her mother must have felt when she was betrayed by the person she trusted the most.

She felt like the world was too filthy, not worth sticking around.

"Why did you do this? Tell me, you married Laura less than half a year after mom died. Beatrice Pritchard is only two years older than me, which means you've been having an affair for at least eight years. I've never brought this up before, but that doesn't mean I wasn't affected. I've been trying to convince myself, telling myself that even though you betrayed mom, you still loved her. That woman was just a momentary lapse in judgment. But now, mom committed suicide because of you, you're the one who drove her to it, you're the murderers!"

Agnes was almost screaming out of control.

"Who told you we killed your mother? She brought it on herself." A female voice echoed from the doorway.

Agnes turned around, and there stood Laura.