too late for a second chance novel (Lila and Dorian) novel Chapter 62

"She... she didn't tell me anything. Why didn't Lila... why didn't she say anything? Otherwise, I wouldn't have given it away."

Camille found this amusing. "You're still blaming her?"

Dorian stood frozen in place, the resentment he had built up against Lila over the past few days almost consuming him at that moment.

Had he really been blaming her?

He blamed her for being thoughtless, blamed her for being unreasonable.

Seeming to see through his thoughts, Camille let out a chuckle. "You blame her for not telling you, but she was thinking that she shouldn't tell you, that she couldn't let you bear that burden. Why is that, Dorian?"

He opened his mouth, but his throat was too dry to speak, and he could not utter a word.

Camille answered for him, "Because she only wants your love to be open and selfless! Go look at her fingers; the scars from carving the beads are still there!

"Have you never seen them? Have you ever asked about them?"

Each question was like a rope pulling him into the abyss, and disbelief still lingered on his face.

"Dorian, someone who betrays genuine feelings deserves to suffer!"

Camille's words fell heavily, each like a boulder crashing onto his heart, weighing him down to the point where he could hardly breathe.

He suddenly remembered that when he had just woken up from that serious illness, Lila had been sitting in the hospital room with him, gently rubbing her knee when she had nothing else to do.

At that time, he had asked her casually if she had hurt herself.

She had just smiled and said she had been standing too long and needed to rest for a bit.

Lila had made it sound so effortless that he hadn't thought much of it.

But she had been there day and night caring for him. How could she have had time to stand for long periods?

Dorian's face turned pale, and he felt his body sway uncontrollably.