Chapter 72

Would Ophelia only feel relieved, or perhaps forgive me if I were dead? I couldn't bring myself to ask that question, because I feared the answer would only bring more despair. She tilted her head, staying silent for a long time. Hayden quickly spoke up sensing the strange tension between us. "Lia, I don't feel well. Let's go back to the ward." This time, she didn't listen to him. She hadn't answered my question yet. After a moment, she turned to look at me, her dark eyes hiding whatever emotions lay beneath. "Yes. There's no need to ask me that. You should have known the answer when you felt like asking," she admitted it plainly without hesitation, every word sharp and clear. Her admission made it even more painfully clear to me where I stood. I lifted my gaze to meet hers, but she quickly looked away. Although it was difficult, I accepted her decision with resignation. I forced a smile. "Right. I already knew the answer. I just wanted to hear you say it. "Now that I've heard