"He hates Dad so much but there is a picture of both of them in the study…" Ruby pushed herself to her feet, not bothering to answer her mother's question, "And you know what I found behind it?"
Mrs. Ambrose's delicate face looked stricken as she looked at her daughter, "You… Ruby, how many times have I told you to not mess around like this? What if your father finds out…"
"Mom, I found empty bottles of antidepressants in that box, all dated around the year dad passed away. And pictures, there were countless crumpled pictures of dad and Mr. Ambrose in there."
Mrs. Ambrose's face paled as she took a step back.
"I remember that back then… Back then, Dad loved his younger brother. But he never gave him big responsibilities, saying that he was too ambitious. Once he controlled his ambitions and found his purpose, he would be way more efficient…"
