Russell saw that she cried too sadly and also shed tears. He hugged her tightly in his arms.
"Viola, calm down. This is not your fault. Don't put all the blame on yourself. You didn't know it. If you continue to torture yourself like this, you'll get sick."
Viola clutched his sleeve tightly. Her mind was filled with the nightmare from the day before the accident.
It was Orlando, who was covered in blood and kneeling in the fire in despair.
Russell couldn't listen to Russell at all, and her tears couldn't stop.
"Russell, I always thought that he wanted to kill me on the plane, so I hated him with a clear conscience and tortured him. I couldn't listen to any of his explanations. The harm he had done to me in the past was just coldness and sarcasm, but the abuse I had placed on him was all real. It was all my fault. I was the one who killed him. It was me..."
Russell held up her tear-stained face and gently reminded her over and over again.