Beyond the Divorce

"Oh, really?" She seemed surprised, then looked at my mom without hesitation and said, "I didn't know she was from Yare."

I smiled faintly. "Not this mother here, but my biological mother. Her name was Lucille Avila, and she was probably from a noble family in Yare."

"In that case, I wouldn't have known her. Our family is just middle-class. In Yare, we're just an ordinary family." Hana's response was quick, and she was clearly distancing herself from any connection.

If their family was really ordinary, how could they afford to send their daughter abroad for further studies, especially to Monora?

I wasn't swayed by her words and said gently, "Some changes happened in my family. My father was framed, my mother was killed, and I lost all my childhood memories. Later, I found out that my current parents were not my biological parents. Back then, some people wanted to kill me, and they saved me, allowing me to live."

"Oh... is that so? You don't remember anything from before?" she asked.

memory only starts from before the high school entrance exam, so I want to understand Yare. I'm especially interested in the Avila family in Yare, since that's

Hana, who was sitting beside me in the rocking chair. "I don't remember

is that? How could you not remember anything?" Hana looked

kept staring at her. She seemed to realize her reaction and quickly covered it up. "Then how

me that, I chuckled internally. My mother's name sounded natural when she said it, and I was sure she had intentionally avoided the topic earlier. She probably knew about my mother's family and might even have some connection to them. After a moment

when their plane crashed. My mother was deeply in love with my father, and she was devastated. but

favorite fried chicken on the day she passed away. But when I returned from school, I had lost my mother forever." I narrated this tragic story

memory?" Hana asked, scrutinizing me, and her face unconsciously became cold. At this moment, her expression showed a

her, shaking my head. I explained to her how I

listened attentively without interrupting me, but I could see fluctuations in her expression from time to

softly. "I didn't think such ruthless people could exist. Does your biological father know that