Chapter 119

• Veronica was almost kneeling in front of me, begging. However, like with Colette, I felt no trace of pity for her. Instead, a surge of anger enveloped me whenever I remembered how they plotted against Ariya, portraying her as a wicked woman.
• Honestly, looking back at those days when Diane pleaded for my attention, I can't help but feel guilty. I wish I had listened to her, at least to some extent. But I was blinded by anger and pride. Yet that's how it goes – regret always comes last.
• "Tell me. Who really killed my father?" I asked her directly.