Chapter 188

“Din’t you try asking Ejay why he hated Deep so much? Maybe this could have been resolved sooner. Maybe things would not have gotten to this.” Deep’s mother speaks again, scouring her tears.

“I did. Not just once. But he refused to tell me. All he kept saying was that he was better than Deep. The last thing he told me that day before I shot him in the desert was that he would take that secret to the grave. That he would never give me the pleasure of knowing why.” I explain, remembering his words so clearly. And now I understand why he said it with a sinister smirk. He knew how deep this tangle was.

Deep's parents exchange a glance, a mixture of shock and regret in their eyes.

“Deep did not know that he had a half-simple?” I asked out of the blue.

Mr. Azzua emits a bitter, deep sigh. And he speaks with a deep voice tinged with remorse and shame. "No. He doesn’t. We thought it was best to keep that part of my past away from Deep. There was no point in telling h