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.

window and looked at Sonia, who was

full

had collapsed. He wanted to rush in and say to Sonia, 'stop doing this. Let's start over. Please give me a chance to make

the same Sonia as

staying at the spot to shrink herself into a ball. She sealed up

her previous state. At that time, she hated him. But

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 me

marks on Sonia's face, Carney was so distressed. Carney took out a pack of napkins from the pocket and gave one to Dixon, saying to

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 in a deep sleep. He, on the other hand, put

he do? To make it up for Sonia?

one wanted to make up for one's wrong deed, there was

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The medication Lenard prescribed made her sleep until twelve o'clock. When she opened her eyes, Carney was sitting at the side eating

Carney gulped the noodles in at once, then

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