Agnes moved closer, and Laura handed her a cup of tea. "This is a fine white tea, your father's favorite. It's been aged for seven years. There's a saying about white tea, you know. First year it's just tea, by the third year it's like medicine, and by the seventh it's a treasure. When I left Willowbrook Town, I didn't take much with me, except some tea your father cherished. I've kept them as mementos all these years. It seems fitting to serve it to you now."
Agnes bristled at Laura's casual mention of her father.
"Laura, my father was good to you. How could treat him like that back then? Regardless of everything, he was Beatrice's father. Your ruthlessness is unbearable."
Laura chuckled. "You're talking about your father's car accident, aren't you? I didn't arrange that, Berlin did. I shared a bed with your father for ten years, and I knew he was always thinking about your mother. He never truly saw me as his wife. But I did have feelings for him. I got tired, I admit, and yes, I moved on to Berlin. But I never wanted to harm your father. Berlin was the impatient one who staged the accident. Agnes, if you want revenge, go after Berlin. I heard his car had some trouble recently. Was that your doing? An eye for an eye?"
Agnes smiled as she said, "Laura, you're quite the artist, shifting blame so effortlessly. I bet you did the same with Berlin, blaming everything on me while you sat back and watched the fight."
Laura took a sip of her tea. "You're too clever for your own good."
Agnes began, "I have a clear understanding of what happened to my father. You don't need to explain, Laura. I'm not here to talk about that today."
Laura looked up at Agnes. "Oh, you have other business?"
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