"Xavier, feeling any better?" Liesel asked.She maneuvered her wheelchair closer to him. Her eyes swept over the injuries on his forehead, arm, and chest, and the cuts on his face left by shattered glass. He looked battered and pitiful.The words stuck in Xavier's throat. He couldn't meet her gentle gaze as he felt guilty."Liesel... I'm sorry. I couldn't bring him home," he murmured. He tried to sound composed, but his voice betrayed him. It was heavy with emotion."This wasn't your responsibility." Liesel took his IV-connected hand in hers. Her fingers were still cold, yet somehow, Xavier felt a faint warmth radiating from her touch."We're adults, Xavier. Sometimes, we make mistakes. When we do, we must bear the consequences of our actions. It's our fault for dragging you into this. You deserve a peaceful life. I was the one who pulled you into this chaos."Liesel had thought it through clearly.For years, Xavier had suffered in the Scott family. Now, just as he was about to
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