“Robert must have been furious, right?” I whispered.
Julia wiped her tears away, and it was then I realized she was crying. I regretted bringing this up, but that confirmed that she wasn’t Robert’s murderer.
Robert must have been one heck of a man, or Grandma and Julia wouldn’t lament his death whenever they talked about him.
Julia continued, “Robert refused me, but because of some reason, he didn’t end up with Priscilla. I kept clinging onto him, and that finally made him snap. He… said a lot of things to me. None of them are good, of course. Me being me, I couldn’t understand why he’d rather date a plain Jane like Priscilla when he had me. As such, I went further and drove Priscilla out of Avenport.”
Taking a deep breath, she said, “Robert came to see me after that. He was furious. Absolutely furious. He said I was unworthy of love. That I was an evil woman who could never measure up to Priscilla no matter what I did. We stop talking to each other after that. Your mother and I couldn’t be friends because of that as well.”
Huh, so that’s how things ended between them. I thought it was quite regrettable, but what surprised me more was the fact that Julia actually interacted a lot with my family.
“So how did Robert die then? You weren’t the murderer, right?” Now, I wanted to know the truth more. A woman would never kill a man she truly loved. Even if she hated him, even if they could never be a couple, she would never kill him. After all, hate was a part of love.
Julia suddenly covered her face and started trembling, evidently crying.
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