Chapter 631

To Linda, the melancholy in William's eyes was indiscernible. She couldn't refute him either. Subconsciously, people always believed that their families would never hurt them because blood ties mattered more than anything else. But in the end, it finally struck William that his family had been the ones who hurt him the most. "Do you hate them?" Linda had wanted to ask this question for a long time. She was eager to know whether William resented anyone after learning the truth. "If I were to hate someone, it would be myself. I don't hate anyone else. I don't think it's necessary," he said. "They did lead me into believing a certain narrative and ultimately putting all the blame on you. "But they were just instigating things. If I hadn't listened and had looked into things myself, a lot of things wouldn't have turned out this way." It wasn't their fault—it was William's. He was well aware of this, but it was too late now. "I thought you'd hate them," Linda said. He had al