A flicker of irritation flashed in Andrew's eyes, but still, he maintained a pitiful and wronged expression. "I don't know how this happened either, Mom. All I said was that Frank told me he didn't want to stay in a house with me. I never said he ran away. Perhaps he really did plan to run away after pushing me, but he never expected it would end up killing him."A wave of fury rose within me. Even though I was dead, Andrew was still slandering me.With that, Andrew suddenly fell to his knees with a thud, tears streaming down his face. "I'm sorry, Frank. If I hadn't dodged when you tried to push me that day, the one at the bottom of the cliff would have been me. Then you wouldn't have died."Every word from Andrew implied that he should have been the one to die. But how could my parents, who treasured him more than life itself, bear to see him like this?So, as if waking from a dream, Mom wiped her tears and pulled Andrew to his feet, embracing him tightly. "It's not your fault,
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