The Loud House It's Not Your Fault Novels & Stories

Sia with the deadly look in her eyes that screamed 'SHUT UP IF YOU WANT TO LIVE' and Louis with a sulking glare telling him that it was all John's fault. Sia pursed her lips and pressed harder on Louis's head, who screamed out, “ What's my fault? Are you trying to kill me?” He looked up at her who's eyes had gone wide at his outburst. Realising his mistake, Louis bit his tongue under his teeth. Idiot! You are such an idiot, Louis! Sia's grip loosened on the icepack and she patted it gently this time on Louis's head. She hadn't realized earlier that she was hurting him. She didn't like hurting people deliberately.

Eva said. Wow, if I didn't know any better, I would have believed her.I quickly cleaned up the glass and the water trying to be as silent as possible. "Okay," Jason said. Jason closed the door and let out a sigh of relief. "That was close," he said. "Yeah, too close," I said, still feeling embarrassed about the glass breaking incident. Jason put a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry about it. It was just an accident," he said.

"Right! Sophie gave it to me. She was there too at the time. Megan and her even pretended not to know each other." But why was Great-Uncle Harold asking this? And how did he know about the layout of our house? Great-Uncle Harold’s expression grew solemn. Stroking his beard, he spoke in a low voice, "All of your bad luck likely started because of that thing." Daniel was an atheist, but seeing how serious Great-Uncle Harold looked, even he began to half-believe. "Great-Uncle Harold, what do you mean? I don’t quite understand."

“This is not your fault. Do you hear me? You didn’t do this. They did.” Tears streamed down her cheeks. “If something happens…”

she said, her voice breaking. "I'm sorry for all the trouble," Isaiah added. "Oh my gosh, no! It's not your fault. We're just doing our jobs," I said reassuringly. "If we hadn't asked you to take this case then you wouldn't be in this mess now," she insisted. "And we even called you away from your vacation for this. We're really so sorry," Isaiah added. "Don't even think about it! We'll be fine. Again, it's not your fault. We knew the risks when we went to their houses," I said, sounding more confident and reassured than I actually was.

She looked at me with a guilty face and said, "I heard that from the guard at the door. I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I went back to my home last night to get something and looked for it for a long time. I didn't expect you to go back to the clinic last night, so I didn't leave a message for you, which made you misunderstand. If you didn't go out to look for me, you wouldn't get involved in this kind of trouble. It's all my fault." I shook my head and said, "It's not your fault! I took the wrong road carelessly and got into the current predicament. I'm lucky to be back alive. But Oprah..." Speaking of the dead Oprah, I felt very sad. Lydia was silent, too. I clenched my fist angrily and said

It's not her fault, it's my fault, my fault. "Once again, you put your mom down; I won't hesitate to slap your face because of what, because everything that happened, your presence, it's all because of me, Louis! If you want to blame the situation, you just blame me, not your mom. And if you want the truth, then I will tell you in detail why you came to this family!" My three children were standing outside the room, eavesdropping on the conversation; they didn't dare to go in, especially when they saw Louis, who was starting to get angry with his big booming voice.

I reminded him. He groans as he adjusts himself on the seat again. "Dammit. Let's make the dinner quick, then. Damn this. You are to blame, Louise. Nothing else." I laughed hard, feeling hot already. I blushed and also couldn't wait. How crazy is that. . c.m. louden

“Listen to me, mother.” “No, you listen to me this time. It's not your fault that you fell unconscious and couldn't make it to the hospital. I'm not saying that they have no right to be angry at you for not showing up but this is too much. You have explained this to them already. It's not your fault at all.” “Can you listen to me for a moment?” “Fine.”

He smiles at the sarcasm. "And the worst thing about being here is that everything is about her. She's the topic of my therapy sessions, she's what every nurse mentions, she's the reason why I'm here, and no matter how much I want to be angry at her, I can't help but feel like it's all my fault." He's silent for a moment before saying, "It's not your fault." Just then the girls burst through the door, Alison doubling over in laughter. "Madison tripped on the way here in front of some hot doctor and it was hilarious." She cackles, explaining why Madison is glaring daggers at her.