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This is entirely your fault! Keep an eye out for Chapter 10!

Kier said, pushing his glasses up with a worried frown. He handed me a report. "As I mentioned before, if we force the chip to operate beyond its extended lifespan, it will cause irreparable neural damage to Mr. Faust." He expected me to panic. He still believed I was the same woman who would trade her soul to the Devil to save Alan's life. How quaint. I had changed. "I suppose we'll see what happens," I said, closing the report. My tone caught him off guard. "Uh, listen. I have a backup solution to—"

“It’s your entire fault,” I told my sister. “I blame you for allowing this to go under your nose. It means you are not vigilant. This has been on for a very long time. You must have seen traces even before courtship but you ignore, you fail to accept the truth, and you were too involved in him. You were busy looking the other way, while he was occupied in women. Take responsibility and hold yourself accountable for his promiscuity. ” I thought she would talk, but she kept silent over my accusations. I felt she was giving it a thought. She needed to calmly recollect how it all started. Acknowledging your fault or weakness of character is the starting point of healing.

About the man smiling while trying to kill us. "I'm so sorry" Damian said. "I'm so sorry this happened" "It's not your fault" I said quietly. Then I stopped. I looked at him. "Actually it is your fault. All of this is your fault" Damian didn't argue. He just nodded. "You're right" he said. "It is.”

“Because, I don’t want to ride with you! I’m fucking mad at you, so have a fucking guard drive me home!” He shrugged. “Well, I don’t recall doing anything. Why would you possibly be mad at me?” That did it. His words made my blood boil. I crossed the distance between us. “You don’t remember shamelessly blabbing your mouth and lying in there? You don’t remember what you did? This entire mess… all of it is literally your fault, and then you’re trying to be cool with me? You helping me afterward doesn't change the fact that it’s all your fault, and I’m entitled to you taking responsibility, because it’s your fault.”

“Because it was all my fault…” "Why are you blaming yourself?" The young man's eyebrows rose to the side when he heard his words just now. “It is not your fault.” “Because it's mostly my fault…,” Marie admitted amidst her sobs. "If only I hadn't contacted my father's extended family back then..." “Err… that…” "It's all my fault. You can blame me. Because of my stupidity, I put your older brother in danger… I break my promise, Caleb …” “I told you…”

She had to, or Julia would die of the guilt she felt. “It is all my fault,” Julia murmured. “It is not your fault,” I quickly replied before she looked up at me with tear filled eyes, “It is my fault. It would not have happened, if I had not been staying with her,” Julia said. Before I could reply, I heard, “What do you mean, it is your fault?!?”. Julia POV

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 don’t want my actions to make people I care about suffer. You, Chris. You both could be so hurt by this.” “Don’t say that baby. This isn’t your fault. don’t take the fault for my actions. The fault is mine. I was stupid and careless, and I didn’t protect you like I should have. None of this would have happened if I hadn’t been such a goddamn fool.”

“Whats going through your head right now? Don’t tell me you’re starting to think all of this is your fault?” I turn. “And whose fault is it if not mine,” I snap, pointing to my chest. “Tell me, Dave, how can I go see her when it’s my fault she suffered an accident that made her forget her past? It’s always my fault. If I hadn’t said those cruel things to her that night, if I hadn’t told her I was leaving, then maybe… maybe she wouldn’t have run out and gotten into that damn accident.” “But you couldn’t help it,” Dave cuts in quickly. “You did what you thought was right. You were trying to protect her.”