Chapter 87—

"Do you think mom heard?" Lexie looked over at Zheme who sat beside her on the couch, head propped up on his palm, shaking along with his feet. "Well..." She swallowed, fingers fiddling together. "I d-don't know." That's right, how the hell should she know? Was she Jesus Christ? Or perhaps the angel who escorted his mother to and from her graveside? Lexie wanted to glare, hit or maybe strangle him, but he wasn't in a good spot, he was obviously sad, so instead, her arm laced around his waist. "Look Zheme, perhaps she heard and perhaps she did not, but either way, I know for sure your mom loves you, she told you she did, didn't she?" Zheme nodded. "Then why do you doubt her? Do you think she lied?" "No, I just...I just think that I don't deserve her love or forgiveness, I didn't help h—" Lexie sighed, cutting him off. "You were what...? Eighteen? Yes, you were only eighteen... You were a kid, what could you have done? Poison your father? Or maybe you could've done like me, stab him in t