Chapter 73 Purposely Do It

• “Leslie…” Rafayel’s mother whispered, her voice a gentle murmur above my sobs. Though tears still choked me, I managed to glance up slightly. “Don’t dwell on Rafayel’s behaviour. I’ll speak to him later.”
• “But… it is my fault…” I replied between ragged breaths, my voice trembling. “I shouldn’t have been so careless…”
• “Your stomach is still cramping, isn’t it?” She brushed aside my guilt, practical and unyielding. “I’ve called someone to bring a hot water bottle and something soft to eat. Try not to fret over him—that boy’s stubbornness is his own burden.”