Chapter 553
âThe sound of a manâs voice echoed behind Cornelia, President Hartley didnât suffer any trouble after you left. It was actually when you were here that he experienced many things his body couldnât bear
âSo, are you blaming me? Cornella turned sharply to look at Ayden, her gaze piercing, âDonât try to push all the problems onto meâ
If she had really done something wrong, it was that she shouldnât have come to Marcus seeking the truth. If she pretended to know nothing, then there wouldnât be any problems
Ayden completely ignored her and said, âPresident Hartley lay in the ICU for two days, and only stabilized tonight. He just woke up not long ago, and you came. You didnât notice that he wasnât feeling well because President Hartley knew you were coming, so he had someone put on makeup to not worry you. You just quarreled with him and even hit him, which may have hurt him. Most importantly, you said some things that made him feel sadâ¦â
Every word Ayden said seemed to be blaming Cornelia, as if everything that happened to Marcus in the ICU was all her fault.
It was like many years ago when her father died in the car accident, and many people blamed her, saying that she brought bad luck and that her existence led to her parentsâ divorce and her motherâs misfortune
Those voices said that if it werenât for her, her mother wouldnât have left Rosenberg, and her father wouldnât have died in the car accidentâ¦.
At that time, she was still young and couldnât judge night from wrong. She believed those lies, and now every time she thought about it, she still blamed herself.
Only her grandmother told her more than once that everyoneâs life was their own choice, her mother leaving was her motherâs choice, her fatherâs car accident was fateâs arrangement, and those things had nothing to do with her..
It was her grandmotherâs gentle voice that helped Cornelia, who was deeply immersed in selfâblame, find herself again.
Yes, it had nothing to do with her! Why were they blaming her for Marcusâ illness?
Cornelia squeezed her trembling hands, trying her best to stay calm, âOh⦠I hurt his heart? Why donât you say it was your mother who hurt his heart?â
Ayden obviously didnât expect Cornelia to say that and was stunned for a moment before saying, âMy mother loves President Hartley more than she loves us. How could she
hurt him?â
âSo, the only one who could hurt President Hartley is me?â Cornelia said, and then laughed.
These people were strange. Whenever someone had a problem, they had to blame her. This time, no matter what, she wouldnât accept this responsibility and wouldnât let herself feel guilty
Cornelia told herself this, but she couldnât control her inner worries and selfâblame, especially when she saw Marcusâ pale face in the ICUâ¦.
âDo you understand your identity?â The manâs voice sounded behind Cornelia again, full of contempt and sarcasm.
There was something wrong with this voice. Aydenâs tone wasnât like this, and there wasnât this kind of derogatory and mocking undertones.
Cornelia turned her head again to look at this man, and finally noticed the difference between him and Ayden. This personâs face didnât have any scars. âYouâre not Ayden?â
Jayden smiled coldly. âDid I ever say I was?â
Cornelia asked. âThen who are you?â