Throughout the journey from the cherry blossom tree back to her home, Luna did not say anything at all.
Soon the car arrived at the little house she had left.
First, Luna got out of the car and into Rosalyn's room, where she talked to her for a while, holding her hand. Then, she went into the dining room to have her breakfast.
Finally, after multiple coaxes by the servants, Luna returned to her room to get some sleep.
Jim, worried that something would happen to her, was with her the entire time.
After Luna laid down in her bed, Jim finally let out a sigh of relief and turned to leave.
"Jim." Just as he was about to open the door, Luna's weak, hoarse voice rang out from behind him, "Do you think...they'll forgive me?"
Jim's hand, which was on the doorknob, stiffened. He turned around and asked, "Who are they?"
"Mother, Joshua, and my dead child." Luna leaned against the headboard and stared at the wall in front o f her, but her gaze seemed to penetrate through the wall and fixated on something even further away. "If I hadn't insisted on returning to the Landry family to take care of Mother, none of this would've happened.
"Joshua wouldn't have attacked Mother, and I wouldn't have been forced to swear on my child's son for her sake. Me and Joshua's daughter wouldn't have died."
When Jim saw the look on her pale face as she said this, he could not help feeling saddened for her.
However, he knew that no matter how much he pitied her, he could not tell her the whereabouts of her child.
He was worried that Luna would confront Heather
and Malcolm for this, but on top of that, he was even more afraid that if Luna brought the child home, she would become her weakness and be used against her.
Jim let out an exhale and turned to stare at Luna intently. "About Mother's injury, 1 still insist that Joshua wasn’t the one who did it."
Luna cocked her head and stared at him with a bitter smile. "I don’t believe it was him either, but if it wasn't ...who could it have been?"
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