A few days later, Lucas's parents came to see me.
They said Lucas had gone missing.
That's when I learned that Lucas had rushed home that day and trashed the entire house.
He said it was all his parents' fault.
If his parents hadn't pressured Lucas, he wouldn't have run off to the Congo, wouldn't have met me, and certainly wouldn't have died.
And he wouldn't have been so repressed that he thought he fell in love with the eccentric Britta, causing him to miss out on me.
Everything that happened was like a chain of events, one thing leading to another.
Unsolvable.
Afterward, he submitted his resignation to the hospital and disappeared.
The two elderly parents, both over fifty, wailed as if they were about to die.
"Ivor! How can you blame us for this?
"As parents, is it wrong for us to want our son to bring honor to the family?