On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 280

Once Amy was settled in her new room, she stared at Jessica without a word.

Jessica approached the bed cautiously, reaching for Amy’s hand. “Does anything hurt? Are you still in pain?”

Amy snatched her hand away. “You’re not my mommy anymore!” she screamed, her voice filled with fury. “I hate you! I hate you so much! It’s your fault I got in an accident! It’s all your fault! You’re the worst mommy in the whole world!” She shoved her hand under the covers and turned her head away. “Daddy, make this woman leave! I don’t want to see her! It hurts to look at her!”

Before Lance could respond, Catherine stepped in, her expression pleading. “Jessica, please don’t take it personally. Amy is upset and in pain. She’s just acting out. But I know you don’t want to see her suffer. Maybe it’s best if you leave for now. If anything changes, Lance and I will call you. Seeing you is just making her more agitated, and that’s not good for her recovery. I know this is hard for you to hear, but we’re all just trying to do what’s best for Amy, right? We all want her to get better.”

Jessica ignored her. “Amy,” she said, her voice steady, “I’ll be staying at the hotel nearby. If you want me to come back, just call, and I’ll be here in minutes. I shouldn’t have said those things to you on the phone. I’m sorry.”

Amy still wouldn’t look at her.

Jessica turned and quietly left the room. Anthony, who had been waiting outside, fell into step beside her. As they walked down the corridor, silent tears streamed down her face.

“For the six months I was in the hospital, she was all I thought about,” Jessica choked out between sobs. “I had already given up on Lance. I just wanted my daughter, the only person in the world who shares my blood, the person I once shared a heart with. But ever since I got out, all we do is fight. And now… now she must hate me more than ever. I think I’m going to lose her, George. It hurts so much. She’s my everything.”

“I know,” he murmured, holding her tighter. “I know.”

“If I had just agreed to go to her party, she wouldn’t have been in that accident,” she sobbed, her voice thick with guilt. “Things would be different. I’m the one who pushed her away. It’s my fault. It’s all my fault.”