Make Amends Crossword Clue Novelas e Histórias

A perfect Luna suggestion. Maybe Amelia really was ready for this after all.

Amanda felt sorry for him for three seconds and comforted him softly, "It wasn't intentional, daughter." "I know, she's just too curious." It was his baby, what could he do? Broken is broken. Amanda took the trophy from his hand and said with a smile, "Give it to me, I'll be responsible for fixing it for you." A touch of excitement flashed in Benjamin's eyes, "Wife, can you really help me repair it?" Amanda smiled confidently, "Yes! Don't worry." Amanda took it over, found a bag and put the trophy in it, "I'll give you back a complete crystal cup in a month."

"Like I said I could pay you back. You're right, it's your money and I shouldn't have taken it. So, let me replace it. I can get a job or you can make me work for you for free." Amadeo quirked a dark brow. "Why would I ever allow you to step foot in my establishment again? You robbed me once." "And I would never do it twice," I informed him, nodding hard. "Trust me, I have learned from my mistakes and I am ready to make amends. What do you say?" He removed his hand from my face and pushed his fingers through his jetblack hair. "I think you're leaning more toward delusional than crazy or stupid at this point."

Their scorn and cruelty. “Amelia, I know you harbor resentment," Damian pleaded, his voice tinged with regret, "but haven't I done all I could to make amends? This time, we were mistaken, we accused you unjustly. Please forgive us once and put in a good word for us. I'm truly sorry." His words held a desperate sincerity. The Madrigal gala represented a golden chance to mingle with the upper echelon, missing it could hinder the Wright family's ascent. Amelia’s gaze swept over Damian and his crew coolly. "Why is it only you who offers an apology? You're not the only one who has wronged me."

If he hadn't been so fixed on ignoring her, maybe he might have been able to catch up on how broken she was inside. "Amy..." Michael started slowly. It seemed too late to make amends now, but hopefully, he might be able to make a difference. "...I'm sorry." "It's too late for apologies now, Michael. Saying sorry isn't going to do anything." Amelia replied curtly, her voice dripping with anger and sadness. "I know, but I'm still sorry. I should have paid more attention to how you felt. It was stupid of me to always push you away. I can try to make amends now if you let me. Let's just start afresh, let's—"

Then Amelia suddenly leaned forward like she had just gotten an idea. “We just need to convince her that we are sorry,” she said. I looked at her immediately. “We make her believe that you regret everything that happened,” Amelia continued. “Make her believe that you’ve changed.” She smiled slightly. “Once she believes that, everything will become easier.” I listened carefully. “Then you can go visit her at her school,” Amelia added. “Pretend that you care about her now. Pretend you want to fix your relationship.” She shrugged casually.

He dismissed nearly all his men, keeping only one trusted aide to handle essential affairs, and devoted all his time to me. He watched sunrises and sunsets with me, collected seashells on the beach, and encouraged me to pick up my paintbrush again. He never spoke of the past. Instead, through his actions, he slowly warmed my frozen heart. For our two unborn children, he planted a rose garden behind the house with his own hands. He said, "When they bloom, the children will be able to see them." Damien searched tirelessly until he found Ricky's favorite figurine from when he was alive, and placed it on my nightstand. He did everything he could think of to make amends. Though his efforts were c