"You mean..." Titus Zane's heart raced, his fingers tightening involuntarily around the magazine.
"Yes," Olivia Zane bent her lips with a light touch, "Consequences of a drug allergy, leading to acquired heart disease."
Titus Zane finally understood why Nathan Moore, disheveled, had rushed into the night holding his sister, and later, why he turned into a beast...
It turned out that all this was a disaster of his own making. How cruel it was for a woman, to not be able to give herself fully to the man she loved the most.
"I'm sorry..." Titus Zane's lips, devoid of color, trembled as he spoke, his voice quivering.
Beyond these pale words, she didn't know how to make amends for the wrong she had done.
"Why apologize, even though I can't consummate the marriage with Nathan, there's always my sister," Olivia Zane smiled at the corners of her lips, her magnanimity once again made Titus Zane deeply ashamed.
He gazed at her, dumbfounded, not knowing what to say for a moment.
