He was speechless for a moment before said guiltily, "I'm sorry, I didn't think this through."
We stood next to each other, not saying anything more.
Hendrix's expression was dark, tinged with a hint of coldness.
Pedro's love-filled gaze fell on me; in it was also a type of aching that I couldn't full comprehend. Four years had passed and this pair of originally elegant and noble couple seemed to have aged a little.
Time could really destroy all beautiful things.
"Hendrix, is this your way of apologizing?" Pedro asked, his voice laced with anger. "Your selfishness made the happy family that we could have been become what it is today. What are you doing now? Did you bring my daughter here to suffer with you to force us to forgive you?"
Hendrix's body shook as he raised his head to look at him, but he did not say a word.
Now that they had come to this point, someone would be hurt no matter what they did.
In the villa, Freya went downstairs with a coat in her arms and frowned slightly. She put the wool coat on me and said, "If you want to move on the from the past, someone will be hurt no matter what. Arianna, come with me. What you have to do now is accept everyone's apology."
I pursed my lips and looked at Hendrix. I knew that this matter started from the moment he had me exchanged with Andrea.
All our pain and suffering started from that moment as well.
Valerie looked at me. Her words sounded choked as she said, " My child, please don't torture yourself. We will bear the responsibility for our mistakes."
She took off her overcoat and shoes, and walked barefoot into the snow. In the cold northern wind, she seemed to be on the verge of collapsing with every step she took.
His thin lips had been colored blue and purple. He looked at me, his lips parted, but he did not say a word.
Then he lowered his head and laughed self-mockingly. "It's my lack of consideration."
I suppressed the anger in my heart and said, "Hendrix, what do you want me to do now? What do you want the Moore Family to do? I'm kind enough to tell you that we don't care about all this anymore. We should all just live a good life now as if nothing has happened, right?"
Yes, that was right. Since I could not get rid of the pain in the past, why should I torture myself to do so?
His so-called compensation should not have been like this. This was not the way to make it up to me.
Looking at Valerie in the snow, I struggled to find the right words to say. "Do you know what you're doing now? You're trying to guilt-trip me to force me to tell you that I don't hate nor blame you anymore. Stop hurting yourself. A mistake is still a mistake, but this is not the way to punish yourselves. What's the purpose in doing all this?"
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