Selma Payne's POV:
Large teardrops fell from my mother's eyes. Her legs gave way, and she fell onto the sofa, trembling uncontrollably.
"Heavens, heavens... I'm very sorry, Selma, I'm very sorry..." She bent over, and her hunched body was like a cracked vase that would break into dust with a touch. "I don't know. Maybe you're right... Oh my god, I'm sorry. I didn't know. I really didn't know..."
"Mother, are you alright? Don't blame yourself. It's not your fault."
I realized my mother's situation was not normal, so I carefully patted her back. However, my mother was frightened and pushed me away.
I was stunned. My mother reacted when she saw this, and the guilt in her eyes grew stronger.
"Selma, I... I..."
My mother was in a daze. Suddenly, she ran out like a gust of wind, not even having time to wipe her tears.
"Mother!"
