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Chapter 22
"I'm so sorry," she apologized sincerely. Oliver turned his gaze to the redhead, tilting his head a little without understanding.
"You haven't done anything wrong."
"Your mother was an amazing person; she could never hate you. I'm sure she never blamed you for anything," she tried to smile at him, "it wasn't you who pulled the trigger or stood in the way of the bullet; it wasn't your fault that your mother died that night."
His emerald eyes opened again in shock and then watered again, Chrystal didn't want him to cry again, but she knew Oliver needed it. If no one else could understand that it wasn't his fault, she did, she saw the complicated situation, and she had to make him know that he was carrying something that wasn't in his hands.
"It wasn't your fault Oliver, your mother knew the consequences of her actions, and she made her decision just like that man. You don't deserve any punishment."
She couldn't help but hug him again, repeating
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