Chapter 362 A Sliver of Pity

• "You calling me Shawn sounds a bit too formal for my tastes. We're a lot closer than that."
• Something in my heart broke at his remark. I hadn't ever seen him so vulnerable before. He was showing me his sorrow, laid bare only for my eyes. The instant that thought hit me, I was engulfed with guilt. I held his hand in silence as tears brimmed in my eyes. I began to apologize, "I'm sorry. May did it for…"
• She did it for me. Because I told her my story, my resentment, and all my hate for Eliza, that made me the mastermind behind this tragedy, despite the fact I didn't personally do the deed. But what difference did it make? I still felt ashamed, even if it wasn't as bad compared to the hypothetical situation in which I was the one who murdered Eliza with my own two hands.