GoodNovelChapter 274 Chapter 274 Who's to Blame? Leonard didn't seem too good. He might've woken up, but he had a hollowed gaze. He turned his head sideways stiffly when he heard my footsteps, and there was a flicker in his eyes.
"Eva." Leonard's voice was hoarse, and tears started welling up in his eyes. I wasn't sure if he recalled something. I merely stood by the side of the hospital bed and lowered my head to look at him quietly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLeonard had grown skinnier in the meantime. Not even the most expensive IV drip could keep him healthy in the long run. He looked much more haggard. He gulped several times, seemingly trying to say something. However, he didn't speak in the end. We merely looked into each other's eyes like that, and mine were devoid of emotions. "I'm sorry, Eva. I honestly didn't have my memories when I did it. My brain was scrambled back then. You know that, right?" Leonard strained to sit upright. I didn't help him with it, but I nodded nonetheless.
I was the reason his mind becwhat it was. It felt as if I shouldn't have blamed him, but I couldn't find it in my heart to forgive him, either.
"So, you're going to forgive me. Right, Eva? I-I truly thought Amelia was you. The doctor toldthat she drugged me.
"I'm sorry, Eva. I truly am sorry." Leonard cried toward the last part of his sentence.
I couldn't remember when the last the cried was, but he looked so pitiful right now. I had the urge to step forward and hug him, but my feet remained planted on the floor. "I'm sorry, Leonard. You got into this mess because of me. I understand that." ues Leonard's head shot up, and his eyes were brimming with hope. "Does that mean you'll forgive me?" "I'm sorry," I uttered these two words with much difficulty. Then, I didn't know what else I could say. I couldn't forgive him, nor could I forgive myself. Both of us were inches away from each other, but we could no longer lay a finger on one another anymore. Leonard parted his lips, but he didn't manage to say anything. I turned around and left. Just as I touched the door handle, he suddenly yelled hysterically, "Why are you doing this to me, Eva? Why do you leaveevery single time? "Why won't you get angry with me? Why won't you yell atand tellhow it's all my fault? Do you really not care aboutor our baby? Eva!" Leonard lamented over and over again behindas I wept quietly.
"I'm sorry." I opened the door immediately and left.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMr. Harmon Senior was still standing by the window. I pretended I didn't see him and left the 2/2 Chappi 274 Who's to Blame? hospital swiftly. The moment I stepped into the car, I could no longer hold my tears back and burst out crying.
I knew I shouldn't blLeonard. So, who was I supposed to point the finger at? The driver saw that I was crying my heart out and gavea piece of tissue. "We can't control sickness and death, young lady. Don't feel too bad about it.
"We treat our loved ones well when they're still alive. That way, we won't have any regrets when they move on to a better world." The driver sawand coming out of the hospital and thought that one of my family members had fallen sick. After the driver drove on the road aimlessly for five minutes, he couldn't help but turn around. "You have to givean address, young lady. The way I see it, you're probably still a student. How about I take you back to school?"
I lowered my head and looked at the t-shirt and jeans I had been wearing for the past few days. Moreover, I was much skinnier now. Perhaps I did look like a student. I thought about my college and nodded. "Please taketo Zestbridge College, mister.
Once I arrived at the campus gate, I looked at the signage with the college's nand fell into
a trance again. This place was where Leonard and I met for the first time. It was also where our destinies intertwined.
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