The person in front of her who repeatedly expressed a wish that she were dead was actually her biological daughter, the daughter she had cherished and pampered from a young age.
Now the tables had turned, and not only had her daughter bitten her, but she also wished her dead.
Seeing Clara Brown's panic-stricken expression, Mia Garcia realized that she had spoken too harshly in a moment of candor, and this was not the time to fall out with Clara Brown.
"Mom, I really hope you can think this through rationally, and not have any paranoid delusions. I never thought of hurting anyone. Uncle Lee's death was just an accident, and even the police have closed the case. If Uncle Lee's death wasn't accidental, do you think Mrs. Lee would just let it go? She would cling to you relentlessly. After all this, can't you see the clear truth of this matter?"
"Besides, why would you insist on pinning this on me? What would you gain from it? Does it benefit you in any way?"
