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 full of

wanted to rush in and say to

Sonia was not the same

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

when Sonia was in her previous state. At that time, she hated him. But at least, she was alive, like a sharp blade. But

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

Carney was so distressed. Carney took out a pack of napkins from the pocket and

felt that the journey was as long as a lifetime. Sonia leaned against his chest without any struggle.

knew that Dixon was hurting more than anyone else right now. But what should he do? To make it up for Sonia? The saddest thing in this world was not the need to make

when one wanted to make up for one's wrong

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The medication Lenard prescribed made her sleep until

the noodles in at once, then swallowed them and said nervously,

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