After looking at Joshua’s car leaving, Luna turned around and looked at John.
"Are you alright?"
John shook his head, his face pale. "I’m fine."
Then, he turned to look at Joshua's car leaving. He sighed heavily and said, "Luna, Anne said things without thinking just now... Would that affect your plans?"
Luna shook her head. "What could she possibly affect?"
Looking at Fiona, she probably had guessed that Luna would investigate into her faking her illness, no?
Since she dared to fake her illness flaring up in front o f them, that was a provocation. She was fearless.
The more Fiona was like that, the more curious Luna got.
What on earth did Fiona have on Robert Jenson that she could be so sure Robert Jenson would not retract his diagnosis and expose her?
"John..." Anne’s voice came from behind. She sounded heartbroken.
Luna turned around and saw Anne hugging John's injured arm. Tears involuntarily fell from her face.
"It’s all my fault."
If she did not roll her eyes at Fiona from a distance, Fiona would not have openly provoked her. They would not have fought. If they did not fight, Fiona would not have picked up the knife and John would not have gotten hurt.
Luna's plan would not be ruined by her mindless blurt a moment ago either.
The more Anne thought, the guiltier she felt.
"I'm such a failure."
John sighed. He brushed her hair and put them behind her ears with his uninjured hand.
"You’re not. You're an adorable little idiot."
Their interaction was sickeningly sweet. Luna shuddered.
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