Chapter 283: The celebration mode

Oliver’s chest tightened. Her cold and detached words hit him harder than screams ever could. If she had yelled at him, cursed him, or called him a monster, he might have found some way to take it. But this emptiness, devoid of emotions, tore through him.

"I’m sorry," he said again, barely able to breathe. "Please... if you can, forgive me."