When Wendy was outside Michael's room, she had still harbored some hopeTake Responsibility Where Necessary.
Perhaps everything was a misunderstanding.
Perhaps Michael had reasons for doing what he did.
However, he had insisted it was her who stabbed him when he was the one who had moved toward the knife himself.
Wendy's eyes were already red and swollen from crying.
She wiped the tears off her face with a sad smile. Her expression as she gazed upon the man opposite her was full of despair and disappointment.
This was a man she had loved at the expense of her life.
Even though she had regained her memories and remembered the past, she was still worried about him.
At this moment, she felt that everything she had done was in vain.
All the years of effort, all the feelings she had invested in this man had been misplaced.
Michael watched as Wendy turned from him. Hanging by his side, his hands slowly curled into tight fists.
