65. The Different Wounds, The Same Pain

Lucas could only tightly hold Velia's fingers. He remained motionless, staring at her pale face while attentively listening to the doctor's words.

“She's just in shock. There's nothing to worry about. Her condition will improve after sufficient rest.”

At least there was something to relieve Lucas. The worries and panic that arose from Velia's fainting gradually faded away.

“Thank you, Doctor.”

The doctor nodded. “Excuse me.”

“Let me walk you out,” Vlora said as she accompanied the doctor's departure. They left, leaving Lucas overwhelmed with guilt.

Lucas cursed himself endlessly. He continued to blame himself for all the realities and past events that had occurred.

Indeed, everything that had happened was caused by Lucas' feelings for Velia, which could not be prevented.

Lucas loved Velia deeply. Ironically, it was that love that became the root of all the misfortunes that befell