The Murderer

I squeezed Carroll's hand. "Carroll, are you alright?" It turned out that Carroll had a worse childhood than me. I lived under Laura's roof and suffered from the abuse. As for Carroll, he had to bear contempt and hatred from his mother. How could the commons comprehend the pain he endured! However, this misery made Carroll the richest man in Costsley. Looking at Old Madame Brown, Carroll said, "I know this. Tell me what I don't know yet." "What you don't know?" Old Madame Brown thought for a while and then continued, "Your mother sincerely hoped that Kate could get pregnant. "However, Kate gave birth to two sons. Therefore, Aurora couldn't see her daughter-in-law when I killed her." Carroll sprang to his feet from the sofa. "You killed her! My mother didn't die in an accident!" "Yes, she begged me. She knelt down and begged me sincerely." Old Madame Brown looked at the ceiling with resentment. "Why do I hate you? Because your mother made me a devil." Frowning, I asked, "Why did Aurora