Chapter 64: The Truth Can’t Stay Hidden

Achilles’ Point of View:

I walked inside Isabelle’s ward after I got a text that Carlos wouldn’t be able to make it. She was still awake—she had stopped falling asleep so much and has been generally better. Although that did mean that the chances of her memory returning were dimming every second. I didn't know if it was good or bad, to be honest. I obviously was happy that she was getting better because that meant she was genuinely happier and doesn't hate me at all, but that also kept me in this dull ocean of guilt that I was getting away with hurting her without a proper punishment or even any consequences at all.

I put up a smile and walked inside. Her eyes shifted toward me as she sat up. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

She looked at me—from my eyes down to my body and her eyes stopped at my chest. I felt anxious as if she could see through it, so I looked down and my eyes widened at the small burnt part of my shirt. It might have happened because I put it down immediately after taking the flames a