Astrid's eyes widened in shock as she listened to Donald's words. She couldn't believe that her mother had a father, a powerful man who could have helped her, but she had refused to reach out to him.
Astrid's gaze locked onto Donald's face, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Wh... why didn't you find her?" she asked, her voice barely above whispered sadly.
Donald's eyes dropped, sadness etched on his face. "I know, and that is my fault," he admitted, his voice cracking.
"I shouldn't have kept searching other countries and just searched around me." He struggled to hold back tears, his body shaking with sobs.
Astrid's eyes shut tight, the feeling in her heart slowly turning to deep hatred. The drama felt so alive, and she couldn't help but wonder if her mother's death was more than just a coincidence.
