Rufus' POV:
My father hesitated. "It's a long story," he stammered, not daring to look at my mother.
"Then make it short! Why is there a curse on Rufus, and why has it lasted all these years? And the worst part is, I had no clue about it," my mother snapped.
My father secretly winked at me, silently begging me to help.
My mother shook off my father's hand and turned to look at me. "Rufus, tell me. Are you really cursed?"
She tried her best to keep calm, but her hands were trembling.
I wanted to say something to distract her. That was how we'd been dealing with her all these years.
But seeing her anxious and devastated look, I could no longer lie.
In the end, I acquiesced.
Mother staggered backward, almost as if she couldn't bear the weight of the truth. My heart leaped out to her. Fortunately, Sylvia held her in time.
"What the hell is going on? Why didn't you tell me that you are cursed?" she asked in a tremulous voice. Her face turned pale. She held
Sylvia's hand to support herself.
My heart sank, and I didn't know where to begin.
We had been hiding the truth from her because we knew she wouldn't stand it.
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