The Secret Heir's Return to Wealth and Love novel Chapter 1914

Larkin and the Prior were talking outside, and Erica was wide awake.

Listening to the Prior’s vague murmuring, Erica felt like she was being tortured.

After a while, the Prior left and the door was pushed open.

Larkin was back.

Seeing that she was awake, he rushed over, sitting by her side.

He asked, “Are you feeling okay?”

Curling up with her knees, Erica shook her head slightly, “Larkin, I just wanted to help somebody. Why did Mary have to die because of my goodwill?”

“It was an accident...” Larkin whispered, trying to comfort her.

“It wasn’t an accident.” Erica said, her face pale, shaking her head again, “If I hadn’t helped Madeleine Winters, or... if I had taken Mary away from the monastery the last time, Mary wouldn’t have died.”

After saying this, she looked at Larkin, tears welling up, “It was me! I killed Mary!”

She couldn’t control the pain in her heart anymore and started crying loudly.

Larkin quickly hugged her, “It wasn’t you... It’s not your fault...”

Erica didn’t know if she heard him, she continued to cry her heart out.

Until it started getting dark, Martin came to tell them that tonight was the last memorial service for Mary and asked if Erica and Larkin wanted to attend.

Erica finally stood up and washed her face.

With Larkin’s company, she returned to the place for mourning Mary.

All the monks and nuns in the monastery were there.

Everyone stood silently, singing hymns for Mary together.

Erica stood in a corner.

There were so many things she wanted to say, so many questions she wanted to ask.

She wanted to ask if Mary was scared, if she was in pain, if she blamed her.

But when the words reached her lips, she couldn’t say anything.

This whole day and night, she felt like she had lost the ability to speak, unable to open her mouth.

In the end, Erica still couldn’t say anything, she placed all the food she had bought for Mary on the table.

Then she earnestly said to Mary in her heart.

“Mary, if there’s an afterlife for you, please come find me and be my child. Let’s make this promise!”

She walked out of the mourning hall, the outside was bathed in bright sunlight, another sunny day.

"Let's take some rest," Larkin gently suggested.