My Reborn Story Is Insane (Back to My Worst Birthday and Starting Anew)

Chapter 39 Wavering Milo

Milo’s expression softened, a trace of uncertainty flickering in his eyes.

“Why do I feel so useless?” Leah murmured, frustration spilling from her words.

In a sudden burst of emotion, she slapped her hand against her forehead, cursing herself.

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Milo couldn’t bear to see her in pain. He immediately grabbed her hands, his heart sinking with guilt.

How could he have doubted her? After everything, Milo, you almost ruined her once before!

He scolded himself silently. “I’m sorry, Leah. I should’ve done more. You’re stuck in the middle of this mess, and I didn’t help. I made things worse.”

He let out a long breath, the weight of his regrets pressing down on him. “Don’t stress about the trolls. I’ll handle it. Just focus on getting better.”

His eyes were filled with concern. “You’ve been through too much already. Don’t let it drag you down. It’s not worth it.”

Leah hesitated before meeting his gaze. “Milo … do you still blame me?”

དེ་རྗེས་ཚེ་་་་་།རིན། དེ་ནེ

ད ར ས བ ར དེའི ནང་ རིང་རི་རྟོན་ངོ་དར ་ནི་དེ

Milo’s expression softened further, and he shook his head. “I could never blame you, Leah. I’m here for you. Always. How could I ever blame you?”

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He reached out and gently ruffled her hair, his voice filled with warmth.

Leah hugged him tightly, burying her face in his chest. “I’m glad you’re here, Milo. Really.”

She whispered, her voice barely audible. “You were meant to be with Chara. But because of me… no matter how mad she is at me, no matter how much she blames me, I deserve it.”

she could say more, Milo

like that? I’ll pass.” His voice held

shoulders. Hearing his words made her

made a hearty lunch for Emyr, then used the

out.

her stuff and left the villa. Outside, a

for her, she opened the door and bent to climb

But inside, sitting

a man in a sharp suit. His

were slightly bent, a clear sign of his height when

in surprise. “Mr. Emyr?”

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glance. “I’m heading out too.

raised an

obeying Alfred’s

into the car without a

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Eastlake and soon arrived at the largest bookstore in the

her small bag, glancing at Emyr. “I might be a while. You go ahead with your business, Mr.

amused look. “Just head–back on your

a smile that threatened to appear. “Alright, Mr.

of the car, bouncing toward the entrance

smirk before he muttered, “Drive,” and

handed the note she’d prepared to the clerk. The employee quickly set to work

books and

was Central

kidney transplant there with Leah. Soon after, her own health

she had different

she walked ahead spotted a women’s restroom