Chapter 8 Memory About The Mother

"How can you compare my mother to a stranger woman you just met yesterday and met again today," said Nicholas in a sharp tone. "My mother is not a woman anyone can compare to. She is special and always will be."

Carlos stood up from his seat and patted Nicholas's shoulder gently. "It's like that to me too, brother. She is very special and incomparable. However, I think you should meet and come face to face with Josephine Jade, for you to understand what I mean that she reminds me of your mother."

Nicholas didn't answer, just closed his eyes and ignored his cousin. Carlos smiled knowingly and left the room with slow steps.

Nicholas had always been sensitive when it came to talking about his mother--Ingrid Adams or Inggrid Ferm if she used her maiden name.

He worshiped his mother, who was only with him until he was ten years old, then died at the age of 37 because of cancer of the lymph nodes that had been eating away at her body for a long time.

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