Chapter 98 The Truth Behind My Mom's Death

I had asked my dad about my mom's personal effects back then. But he acted like he didn't care about them at all. With a half-sneer, he told me that he never bothered keeping track of such insignificant things. He also took the liberty to complain about my mom, thinking that she must have misplaced her stuff when she was still alive. I remembered asking everyone in the family for her personal effects, but no one had given me a concrete answer back then. Now that I thought about it, my mom wasn't the one to be blamed. Someone had to have secretly hidden her stuff. Of course, Jackson and his mom were my prime suspects. Those two bastards would fall into my hands sooner or later. Once I reached the comic convention, all I could see was a sea of people. Still, I could locate Jackson immediately. That bastard was actually wearing the character outfit that I had personally designed for Fulfilling Dreams. To make things worse, he was even distributing my mom's well-crafted wooden figur