Trap me in your love novel Chapter 142

"Just cry if you want to. Take it easy. " Mark was afraid that Jessie would be too sad, but she still held it back. It seemed that hiding her sadness had been her first reaction. No matter what happened, she buried it deep in her heart.

Jessie covered her mouth with her hands, put her head into Mark's arms and could not help but cry in a low voice.

"I'm sorry. It's all my fault..." Jessie cried and kept blaming herself. "I know he is in poor health and I know he has lost everything. Why can I leave him alone? I should be with him, I should be with him."

"No, you are fine. It's not your fault. Really, don't blame yourself like that. "

He held her tightly, heartbroken.

For Jessie, what she lacked was family love, but that was why she cared about it most.

Whether it was Irene's death, Daniel's lost, or Darren's death, all of these were attributed to her by herself. She always blamed herself for everything and thought that she didn't do well enough.

All of this might not have happened if she had not been good enough.

Jessie shook her head. That was not the case. That was not the case.

All she wanted was the happiness of her family. But why did she end up with nothing but her family's misery!

She didn't want to do this. She didn't.

Although Jessie was overwhelmed with sadness, she pretended to be strong. When they went out of the operating room, Mark asked the doctor to dress his wound.

The wound on her head was so serious that they had to be stitched. Standing aside, Mark felt very painful just by looking at her wound, but Jessie didn't snort at all.

And during the process, she was expressionless and silent, like a puppet being pulled.

"Mr. Mark, the wound has been treated. During this period, she can't touch water or eat spicy food. Remember to take anti-inflammatory drugs on time. Three days, come here and change the medicine." The nurse then shared all the attention she should pay to Mark. The latter nodded and thanked her.

"Jessie, we're going home now." Hearing that, Jessie slightly raised her eyes to cast a glance at Mark. Then she stood up and the two of them left the hospital.

Darren's funeral was held in three days. It was simple, and only Jessie and Mark attended it.

That day, Irene and Darren were buried together. Jessie knew that no matter what her father had done, her mother loved him deeply in her heart. When she was alive, she could not have her father alone, so when she died, with her father's accompany, Jessie believed that her mother would never feel lonely in the future.

The sky was gray, and the sunlight was covered by dark clouds. The slightly piercing cold wind and drizzle came, which deepened the grief in Jessie's heart.

If there is another life, I hope I can be your daughter.

I just hope that you can give me more love, even just a little, and please don't be like this.

I'm really, really tired...

She didn't understand why family love which was very common for others had become the biggest regret in her life.

Apart from this, she really didn't want a second regret in her short life that would make her heart ache.

She stared fixedly at the photo on the tombstone, and said in a faint voice, "Mark, I have nothing to lose now. I only have one brother left. I beg you, help me to find him."