Chapter 51

"What are you trying to do?" With the silver needle in hand, Heather spun around and stared at Devon warily. The guarded fear in her eyes stabbed straight into him. Her coldness felt as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over his head. When had the way she looked at him become so distant and cold? Devon lowered her gaze. His lips moved, and after a moment, he forced out a murmur. "Sorry." "What?" Heather suspected she was imagining things. Did Devon just apologize to her? "Grandma told me everything. You didn't force the marriage. And what happened to Essie wasn't your fault. I misunderstood you. From now on, I won't force you to save Essie anymore." His tone was flat and detached. The agony she had suffered, the pain that had nearly killed her, seemed to him as ordinary as eating breakfast. A faint, desolate smile curved Heather's lips. In her previous life, she had imagined countless times what it would be like when the truth finally came to light. But now that this mo