"He had changed a lot after marriage. He was not like before. If I had known that he was going to do something like this, I would have made him the king and suppressed my father's letter forever. But he didn't even give me a chance to talk once." Vrinda Simard added with his tightened heart. He knew the truth that it was not his younger brother. But the bond between them was closer to it. He did not know why Darius Simard thought about something like that.
He wanted to suppress this truth from everyone and so he did.
The grandmother placed the letter on the table, took off her glasses and put them back on the table. She leaned back her head and looked at the ceiling in a daze. Vrinda Simard sadly looked at her colourless face.
"What do you say, grandma? What should I do?" He asked.