The day after I filed the report, I received a phone call from Mom—the first since Dad's passing.She called using an unfamiliar number, but I recognized her the moment I heard her aged, shaky voice calling out my name."Mom?" I asked in an equally shaky voice."It's me," she replied.She went quiet for a few seconds, then asked bluntly, "I heard that… you reported Isabella's daughter. Is that true?"I tightened my grip around my phone, nails digging into my palm. "I did."Mom fell silent again. After a long while, she asked in a choked voice, "Who did you borrow the 300,000 dollars from back then?"I was momentarily stunned.Just as I was about to come up with an excuse, she spoke up again. "Adrian, I want the truth.""Mom," I whispered, my eyes tearing up. "That money… I got it from selling one of my kidneys."Mom burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably."I was wrong," she cried out in anguish. "I was wrong. I should've realized it sooner! I shouldn't have driven you away
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