At Sinclair International Hospital, in the VIP wardroom, Bella finished her shower and changed out of her bloody clothes into something clean.
She stepped out of the bathroom and found Tristan waiting for her in the living room. Her movement paused, and all the pain she had momentarily escaped swallowed her again.
Bella approached him, trying to appear casual as if nothing had happened. However, her efforts failed; Tristan could see the sorrow reflected in her eyes.
Tristan felt sorry for her but chose not to pry into the details of the incident. He decided to wait for her to share when she was ready.
There was an urgent matter he needed to address now. Tristan stood up from his seat and approached her.
"Dear, let’s eat first. I heard from Leo that you haven’t had anything to eat yet." He took her hand and led her to the dining table. "They just served this for us. Let’s eat."
Bella didn’t refuse him. Even though she lacked an appetite, she knew she needed to eat, or she might collapse soon.
However, after only half of the food she had eaten, Bella suddenly felt like she wanted to vomit, remembering the strange and scary feeling she had been harboring in her heart. The sense of satisfaction in killing Andreas Corby didn’t feel right because now she felt like she was a sinner and deserved to be punished.
She tried hard to suppress this feeling, telling herself, ’You are not a murder, but you just tried to protect yourself...’ but failed.
That feeling kept appearing to torture her.
Silently sighing, she put her cutlery on the plate and glanced at Tristan.
Bella’s worried gaze was enough to attract Tristan’s attention. He also stopped eating and observed her for a while before asking, "Do you feel uncomfortable somewhere? Do you want to lie on the bed?" he offered.
She shook her head and met his gaze.
"Tristan, why do I feel like a murderer, a sinner? Do the police need me to come to their office? What happens to our children if they find out their mother killed someone?"
Her words trembled as she expressed all the questions that were now filling her mind, torturing her inside.
When Bella saw the shock in Tristan’s gaze, it hurt her. She lowered her eyes and looked at another place, clenching her fist tightly.
Tristan placed his hand on her back, rubbing it gently. "Of course, you are not. That person deserved it. He took people’s lives and injured so many of you. What you did was just an attempt to protect yourself. You are not a sinner..."
Bella knew that, but even after hearing Tristan’s words, her inner self still blamed herself, frightened of her sin.
"I took someone else’s life. I killed someone. I am a murderer..." Her voice trembled, and she still couldn’t bring herself to meet Tristan’s gaze.
Tristan was stunned. He had completely forgotten that his wife might also need a psychologist to get through this. After all, this was her first kill.


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