Familys Regret Glowing After Prison - Chapter 19

Chapter 19 Chapter 19 Kneel Aurora gazed intently at Camille, her voice trembling slightly 1/6 as she spoke. "Camille, it's Aurora. You hate me so much, but surely you must recognize my voice by now. I've heard that some coma patients retain consciousness. Are you one of them? If so, when will you finally wake up?" Her words tumbled out endlessly, yet the figure on the bed remained utterly unresponsive.

The hospital room was permeated with the pungent smell of disinfectant, while the gleaming white walls and sheets only accentuated Camille's frail appearance, making her seem even more vulnerable. Aurora slowly took a seat beside the bed, her eyes never leaving Camille's pale, unmoving face. "Do you realize," she began, her voice tinged with sadness, "that everyone believes I harmed you? But I'm innocent, Camille, and you know it better than anyone. "You've been in a coma for five long years, and I've spent those same five years in prison-a scapegoat for Bertha.

"You can't imagine the torment of prison life. They subjected me to needles, and beatings, and even took one of my kidneys... All at the hands of your brother, seeking revenge on your behalf." Chapter 19 Kneel Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled shadows on the floor, yet it failed to dispel the oppressive gloom that enveloped the room. 2/6 Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Aurora fought back her tears as she continued, "I recall our first meeting vividly. You smiled so brightly, like a princess.

I envied you then for your loving family, wealthy lifestyle, and numerous friends. Even after returning to the Elvador family, I always felt like an outsider. Now, I'm reviled as a criminal, yet it was Bertha who hurt you, not me..." Overwhelmed by grief, her tears flowed freely once more. She reached up to wipe them away, oblivious to the subtle movement of Camille's eyeballs. After her tears subsided, Aurora rose to her feet, her voice quivering as she said, "Camille, you must get better soon.

I'm leaving now, but I'll visit again when I can." As she stepped out of the hospital room, Aurora's gaze met a pair of piercing eyes. The man before her was dressed in a sleek black suit, his posture erect and imposing. His broad shoulders and narrow waist formed a perfect silhouette, while his sculpted features were marred by cold, harsh lines. His eyes were as deep and mysterious as a dark night, his lips tightly pressed together, and his jaw tense. An aura of coldness emanated from him, chilling the air around him.