Bethany’s P.O.V.
“It’s my fault…. It’s all… my fault…. I.. I …. Dragged her in.. in this mess with me, an.. and put her life in danger,” I cried while taking hiccups, cursing myself for Emma’s condition. She was now sleeping peacefully after Benjamin injected her with some sedative. She was looking so pale, and it broke my heart in millions of pieces. “You have to stay strong for her, honey. "It's not that you're the one behind this," Grandpa tried to reassure me gently. I looked at him with tearful eyes. “But I am the one who gave her that poisoned yogurt and …. A… and it skipped f.. from my mind,” I replied to him in a choked tone.
“O honey…. Don’t blame yourself,” he put my head on his stomach and stroked the top of my head gently. I was sitting on the bed beside Emma’s waist. “Benjam
