The Cuckolded Wife
I pretended to ask casually.
Frowning, Rose snapped back impatiently, "Why are you bringing up such unnecessary things?"
Looking at the passersby around us, I remarked, "I heard that there used to be a young and talented pianist just like you, Mom. But unfortunately, he got into a car accident on his 20th birthday and died."
I kept my voice down. I could barely be heard in the bustling environment we were in, but it was loud enough for Rose, who was standing beside me, to hear what I said.