Chapter 318 Origin of Misfortune, Not A Chance

From the deepest part of her heart, from her most primitive brain instincts, the name Dixon was the origin of all her misfortunes.

Sonia mumbled unconsciously, "I hate Dixon... Dixon Donald... I hate myself too..."

Carney saw that Dixon, who was looking at Sonia through the glass window, had changed his expression from worried to shock at that moment.

After the shock, his eyes appeared with an unexplained sense of pain.

He actually would be hurt... by such a woman...

Sonia was hypnotized. Yet she still... Remembered Dixon.

How deeply did this hatred go? Even love could no longer override its power.

"Hate his guts" was not just a figure of speech.

glass window and looked at Sonia, who was in tears. She was not awake, but

was full of

Dixon felt that his psychological defenses had collapsed. He wanted to rush in and say to Sonia, 'stop

was not the same Sonia

now not moving forward and staying at the spot to shrink herself into a

At that time, she hated him.

eyes did not open. Her brain

a pack of napkins

he picked her up and walked toward the ward. Carney watched their backs from behind and felt that the journey was as long as a lifetime. Sonia leaned against his chest without any struggle. She was breathing steadily and was in a deep sleep.

To make it up for Sonia? The saddest thing in this world

make up for one's wrong deed,

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medication Lenard prescribed made her sleep until twelve o'clock.

Sonia awake, Carney gulped the noodles in at once, then

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