Trinity pondered for a moment, and then spoke, "As far as I know, the old lady cherished Lucille quite a bit. Back when Lucille fell in love with your father and left the family, there was a reason for it."

"A reason? Wasn't it because the old lady didn’t like that my dad was a poor man with nothing?" I questioned skeptically.

Trinity shook her head. "It's not that simple. Later, Lucille's passing left the old lady devastated. That year, she almost followed her daughter's footsteps. Her health hasn't been great since then.”

I listened silently, recalling the plump figure of the old lady in the photo I had seen.

"Do you know why she still loved and cherished someone she knew was fake?"

I shook my head.

Trinity sighed, "It's her wishful thinking."

"How did she know the girl was fake?" I asked.

Trinity said, "I told her and showed her your photo."

I was surprised. "Did she believe you?"

"Yeah," Trinity sighed, then said helplessly, "It would be better if you remembered the past.