Chapter 37

If Ophelia knew the truth, how could she handle it? The stark contrast would leave her struggling to comprehend as her faith would begin to crumble. How would she face the rest of her life if she learned the truth? If keeping silent would bring the best outcome, I would rather say nothing. After all, my days were numbered. I would take this secret with me to the grave. Clenching my fists tightly by my sides, I struggled to suppress the turmoil inside. "It was my fault. I failed Mr. Smith. I'm willing to kneel and beg for his forgiveness. Even if he doesn't forgive me, I must go to his grave and atone for my sins." Ophelia turned her face away, her tone icy. "Go then! Kneel there for a full day and night. If you can still stand before me afterward, I'll buy your pathetic life!" With that, she stormed off in anger. I hurried after her and followed her outside. By then, it had started raining heavily. At some point, a torrential downpour had enveloped the entire city. She stood