The Loud House It's Not Your Fault นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Wait, Hallie," Grace called out, her voice desperately trying to stop me. Reluctantly, I halted, my weariness evident. Standing beside Grace was George, his face filled with guilt and remorse. "It was my father's plan. This whole thing is a setup. Hugh and his father are safe. No one has been hurt. It's all a lie," Grace revealed, leaving me in disbelief. What was she saying?

Louis paused for a second, then said in disbelief, "You're the homeowner. You're asking me to deal with it? May I ask what we have to do with each other?" "How could we have nothing to do with each other? You were the previous owner. You sold me a faulty house. Shouldn't you be responsible?" Adora retorted without hesitation. She was already in a foul mood today. After breaking ties with the Matthews family, arguing, getting slapped, finding her new home flooded, and now stuck in traffic on the way back...

It's not your fault Isabelle . "It is not my fault? I dragged you all into this mess." "It's not my fault? I dragged Aiden and Amelia into this, they got kidnapped. " "It's not my fault? I almost killed your sister Justin." "It's not my fault? So it isn't my fault that James took that bullet for Mre that evening?" It isn't my fault right then why am I the root cause of all of this? "Tell me, Justin. " "Why I ju… just want an answer "

I screamed. "It's his fault, Clara this man isn't who he claims to be." "Oh yeah?" "It's his fault, Clara, everything is." "His fault?" I laughed. "That what exactly? You cheated!?" "Clara! Enough of that madness!" "No, I won't listen to you! Get THE FUCK OFF HIM NOW!"

Lucas's voice was hoarse as he stroked her hair softly but even she didn't believe that when he said it. The last time time they told her everything was going to be okay and Fredrick died, she just couldn't sit back and do nothing while Landon fought for his life. ‘It's....it's all my fault'. ‘No it's not'. ‘I swear it's my fault'. ‘This blame game isn't going to do you any good,it's not going to do any of us good and now I'm pretty sure the police have everything under control'.Lucas couldn't bear listening to the blame she was letting on herself and covered her mouth softly with his hands.

"What I'm saying is, he made his own decision to be unnecessarily mad at you. What you’re blaming yourself for is being what you are, and that’s no one’s fault and nothing you can change. You're choosing to not tell him about what you are because you're trying to protect him, and you shouldn't feel bad about that." Lauren groaned "Now I'm even more confused than before I told you anything." Beth chuckled "Yes, that's why I'm here. To drive you nuts." Lauren opened her mouth to say something, then stopped abruptly, glancing in alarm at their house. She'd heard a noise, like a human cry. It was small and almost easy to miss, and miss it she might have if her hearing wasn't as impeccable as it

" It's not my fault that her husband was abusive, or she can't become a mother.” " Nothing is my fault , then how can you think I will bear the punishment ? If she thinks Viren still loves her then she never had planned to separate me and Viren, but she knew inside her heart that Viren is happy with me, and she has no chance.” Saying this she started breathing heavily.

, said her sister. "What is my fault, Choti? I loved him so much more than myself. THAT IS MY ONLY FAULT, THAT IS MY ONLY FAULT", saying this she hugged her sister. AT THE SAME TIME "Bhai stop it. You are drinking too much", his brother said with concern. "What is my fault laddu? I trusted her more than myself. THAT IS MY ONLY FAULT", he said in his drunken voice. Whose fault is this that they’re in this situation?

Lane also realized the same thing and screeched, “That’s not Sharon’s fault! Who knew North would be so unappreciative?! Rest assured, Mr. Reuben, the Lanes have nothing to do with North Myers!” Sharon faked a resigned expression. She was certain it was North’s fault, so she shook her head and pretended to sound guilty. “Let it go, Mom. It’s my fault. Let’s not bother Mr. Reuben and go home.” However, Mrs. Lane was not done. “Why should we? It’s North’s fault! I refuse to let this go! Let me see Mr. Reuben, this isn’t fair!” “Do you think it’s my fault, Mrs. Lane?” A woman’s voice suddenly rang out from within the exhibition hall.

Sophia seized the microphone and said, "I know you don't want your past exposed, but you're ill. You're so unwell that Alan alone cannot help you anymore. We need public input. Perhaps a professional will see this and reach out." Her eyes gleamed with undisguised delight. Her words erased any lingering doubt in him. "You brought this on yourself, Selena. You should not have challenged me." Alan instructed his assistant to play the clip. The crowd held its breath. The live comments flooded with the names of celebrity psychologists and mental health experts. The video began. A tormented, anguished face filled the screen, shocking the audience into silence. Alan staggered back from the podium,