Sophia stood frozen in place, unable to recover for a long time. A cold wind swept past, and both her body and heart turned icy.
She slowly lowered her head, staring at the blood that was about to stain her shoes. As if only then realizing what it was, she suddenly pulled her foot back.
Lucas crouched down and rubbed Olivia's blood between his fingers.
It was still warm.
He was about to speak when he noticed Sophia's face had gone completely pale, drained of all color.
Just as she swayed and was about to collapse, he sprang up and caught her firmly. "Sophia."
"She tried to kill herself… I caused it. It was me. I drove her to it…"
"Sophia, this isn't your fault."
