"You knew that? H... How..." Martha stuttered.

"At first, I didn't remember anything but as days went by, everything rushed into my head. How you treated me, things you do in my presence... Everything. You probably think I'd dîe this way, right?"

Martha closed her eyes shut, pressed her lips together, clenched her fist tightly, and then stood up slowly.

"Is that my fault then?" she frowned.

"What?" Theodore creased his brows.

"I told you not to go to the mountain eighteen years ago, but you refused. Am I a wood? You expect me to stay righteous for a whole eighteen years? Woah, you seriously have no conscience. Can you...