I was back at the moment I'd just fed Tristan Price the medicine that saved his life.I stared at his sleeping face, and my blood boiled.Why?Why had I brought him home and saved him?If I was going to regress, why couldn't I have gone back to before I ever met Tristan?I clenched my fists tightly, afraid I wouldn't be able to stop myself from wrapping them around his throat.My baby brother, Caleb Lloyd, stirred in his cradle and let out a soft murmur.I covered his eyes before he could look at Tristan, scooped him up, and carried him away.Would things have turned out differently if I'd never been able to hear what my brother was thinking?I sat as far from Tristan as I could, watching the comments scroll across my vision in a constant stream.This was the first time I'd ever wasted precious moments, moments that could have been spent keeping Tristan alive, reading the chatter of a bunch of strangers.[Why isn't the female lead taking care of the injured male lead? What's
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