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She lowered her eyes to hide her emotions and replied, “I was in a bad mood and I decided to visit Miss Miller to give her a piece of my mind. She destroyed my friend’s life. Who knows if she will ever wake up? I haven’t visited my best friend because of guilt. When she needed me the most, I was hiding in a corner. I don’t know how I will explain it to her when she is out of the coma. I am ashamed of myself.” Samson looked at her for a long time, but he didn’t believe anything Sloane was saying. He smiled at her, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes and said, “Should I find out that you were involved in my sister’s injury, I will never let you and your family off.” Tears were streaming down S

“What? So you are saying that you are goody two shoes now? Are you saying that it's not your fault why she lost her memories? Are you saying that it is not your fault that she is feeling like that because of what you said to her and what you did to her?” Francis can’t say any word for what Mazie had said is all true. He can’t deny that the reason why Kianna lost her memories lies in his responsibility. It is also his fault why Kianna is having a hard time in her life for he treated her way. Still, he didn’t want that to happen. ‘It is not my fault if someone fall for me. Did I asked them to feel that way? I am just who I am…’

Standing before my tablet, he spoke—his voice hoarse and halting. "Eli... I... I wronged you." There was a tremor in his voice. A flicker of guilt. I thought—finally. Finally, he was going to repent. Finally, he would admit what he'd done. But then he kept talking. And what he said next turned my ghost to ice. "But... but if you hadn't dragged Matthew to that crowded carnival that night... if you'd just watched him more carefully, the way a good older brother should... none of this would've happened. At the end of the day, Eli, it all still comes back to you."

I didn’t know it was only when she shuddered as if she was so cold all the warmth had left her. I wrapped my arms tightly around her, pressing soft kisses to her forehead and stroking her hair for anything to pull her from this. She finally looked up at me, her red-rimmed silver eyes blazing. “This is my fault,” she cried. I shook my head as she cupped my cheek. “She warned us … warned me. Now my best friend is dead, and it’s all my fault.” Her lower lip wobbled and despite the fact she wanted to cry, no more tears came. Her face scrunched and contorted with pain. “It’s not your fault, it’s mine. I should have done more,” I said through gritted teeth, unable to bear seeing her in so much pai

I just hope he will let go of it and forgive me. "Why didn't you note?" So he won't let the matter go, getting the thing in my head, I shake my head softly. "Did you understand about Redem—no, do you know what I was teaching?" The fault in my stars is so deep and bright, I realize it now. I do not think he would let me go this easily. I think I committed a sin by zoning out. And the devil before me is mocking me. I secretly raise my eyelashes and peek at the board, catching today's topic.

More than anything, she was concerned about her friend. **** This book is sequel to the first book Innocence. You have to read the first book to know the story clearly. The first book "Innocence" is available here on my Goodnovel profile. And then comes the second book "Innocence || book 2". Thanks for reading. Please vote and comment :)

Only Dante's fireproof study remained somewhat intact, though the rest of the structure around it had fallen away. Everything else was gone. I stared at it all, with guilt in my chest. This was my fault. If I'd been stronger, if I'd figured out Sofia's betrayal sooner, if I'd killed Rye faster – "Stop." Dante appeared beside me, his hand finding mine. "I can see what you're thinking. This isn't your fault.” “But–” "No." His voice was firm. "This is Sofia's fault. Rye's fault. The Bratva's fault. Not yours. We had no idea we harbored a traitor. No one could have predicted this.”

And that’s going to haunt me for a long, long time. “Don’t be so hard on yourself,” his free hand comes over to squeeze mine gently, and I let him. “It wasn’t your fault.” “Wasn’t it?” I can’t help but silently snap back, angry at myself. “I hired those people. I trusted them with my and my son’s safety. But they turned out to be such a huge disappointment. It was I who failed, not them. Even with all the money and power in the world, I couldn’t protect my son. How can it not be my fault?”

I rattled off quickly. He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at me with suspicion. I hardened my voice and added, "It's not my fault, okay? And it's not my friend's fault either. None of us knew that out-of-print book would be in the hands of rogues. Maybe they're lying about having it." He snorted. "Probably. And even if they do have it, those savages would probably treat a precious book like toilet paper. They can't read." He paused, then raised an eyebrow at me. "So who's this friend of yours?"

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