"I did not learn of her death until much later, and I was… quite heartbroken. That is, in part, why I accepted leaving for New Granada. There was nothing left for me in Europe."
Carlos spoke quietly, the weight of the memory still evident in his expression.
Krugger studied him for a moment before asking, "Are you truly certain she was not murdered? From what you describe, it sounds very much like a deliberate effort to destroy your family… to force you away."
Carlos gave a small shrug, though his gaze drifted elsewhere.
"I am fairly certain they had something to do with it. Though I doubt it was murder. She did, in truth, fall into a deep depression. I saw her from time to time… and she grew worse with each visit."
He paused, his jaw tightening slightly.
"My relationship with my father was never a good one. Yet, in the end, I find myself somewhat grateful. The knowledge he gave me has allowed me to live well in this place."
A faint, bitter smile crossed his face.
