Chapter 1605

"Jackson, how's Fiona doing?" Nash's mom finally rushed in, gripping Jackson's hand with worry. "She's not in any real danger, right?"

"You're my sister, and haven't I told you before not to push Fiona into things she doesn't want to do? She had a fever of 104 degrees. If I'd brought her in any later, it could've been life-threatening. Do you get that?"

Jackson's voice was sharp as he shook off Nash's mom's hand, clearly done with the conversation.

"It's all my fault, all of it. I had no idea things would get this bad. If I'd known, I never would've done it. I'm really sorry."

"What if something happens to Fiona? I should've just let her go home, and none of this would've happened."

Nash's mom kept apologizing, pacing back and forth, clearly lost and distraught.

"Enough, stop making a mess of things," Jackson said, frowning but holding back harsher words.

Jackson, then sat

...

she was still weak. Her lips were pale, and she lay in the hospital

"Brother."

Jackson right in the heart, and he quickly took Fiona's hand

all my fault. Your aunt is to blame for putting you through

Aunt. It wasn't your fault. No one could've

it to her carefully. To him, Fiona seemed as fragile as a porcelain doll, easily

minutes late, by which time Jackson had already finished feeding her. Nash arrived, looking

did things get so messed up?" Nash asked, slightly impatient. He already knew his mom had insisted Fiona stay over, causing this whole mess. He tugged at

words had a hint of blame, and

that some things

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