Chapter 907 I Don't Blame You
After hanging up, Ava scoped out the house.
It was a two-story crib. From the outside, you couldn't peep in through the glass.
But from the inside, you had a clear view of the outside world.
She tapped on the glass and realized it wasn't your everyday glass.
Sometimes, she thought some houses were really unsafe in Stellaria, because many of the glasses were easily breakable.
Even though Stellaria was big on protecting private property and home invasions were a major no-no, there was always a chance someone might smash the glass and break in.
But this place was different. The glass felt special, like it was built to last. Even though it was see-through, it looked like it could take a hammer hit and still stand strong.
If she was right, this glass could probably even stop bullets.
The house was clean and tidy, rocking a minimalist vibe.
Then she spotted two dirty plates in the kitchen sink.
She had just thought the place was spotless, and now these plates were killing the vibe.
Ava couldn't stand it, so she rolled up her sleeves, washed the plates, and put them on the rack.
She opened the fridge and found only some water, beer, and a few fruits that were so old their skins were all wrinkly.
'What does Vincent usually eat?' Ava wondered.
Ava wandered around and found a blood-stained handkerchief next to the sofa. She picked it up; it was the one she had used to stop Vincent's bleeding.
He had dragged his injured self to get this handkerchief.
What was going through his mind then?
Ava took the handkerchief to the bathroom, washed it with cold water, and hung it up to dry.
Suddenly, she heard a noise from the room.
She rushed in and found Vincent struggling on the bed, his brows furrowed, mumbling something.
Ava got closer, not sure what to do.
She leaned in and finally caught what he was saying, "I'm sorry."
Hearing that, Ava was puzzled.
'Who is he apologizing to?' she wondered.
Vincent's hand suddenly waved in the air, trying to grab something.
Ava quickly held his hand.
Out of nowhere, Vincent pulled her into his arms, holding her tight.
Ava lost her balance and crashed into Vincent's chest. She was about to get up, but Vincent held her tight, trembling as he whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry, Christina, I'm sorry, I didn't protect you."
Ava was confused hearing this name. Who was Christina?
She looked at Vincent and saw his pale face, filled with pain, regret, and even despair.
"Christina, I'm sorry." Vincent kept saying, in extreme pain.
Seeing him like this, Ava couldn't help but feel some sympathy. She grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead, whispering in his ear, "It's okay, I don't blame you."
Even though Vincent hadn't woken up, hearing her voice, his furrowed brows gradually relaxed. Before long, he fell into a deep sleep.
After a while, Ava carefully pried his arm off her and let him hold a pillow instead.
Then, she moved a chair to the bedside and sat there to keep an eye on him.
