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.

looked at Sonia, who was in tears. She was not awake,

was full

to rush in and say to Sonia, 'stop doing this. Let's start over. Please give me a chance to make it up

not the same

the spot to shrink herself into a ball. She sealed up her heart and cut herself off

At that time, she hated him. But at least,

Sonia walk out. With Doctor Hoober's help, she stumbled forward. But her eyes did not open. Her brain was still asleep. Seeing this, Dixon felt sour in his eyes. He walked up and gave her a hand, "Let

a pack of napkins from the pocket and gave one to Dixon, saying to him, "Mr. Borris, wipe it for

napkin and dried Sonia's tears very gently. Later, 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 hurting more than anyone else right now. But what should he do? To make it up for Sonia? The saddest thing in this

wanted to make up for one's wrong deed,

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the next day at noon. The medication Lenard prescribed made her sleep until twelve o'clock. When she opened her

once, then swallowed them and said nervously, "Miss

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