Chapter 185

Della’s POV

Right after I ended the call, I suddenly felt weak, and my arm dropped to my side, not even giving me enough strength to hide my phone in my pocket.

I leaned back on the wall and looked up to the sky, praying that the heaviness I felt would ease up a bit.

But it didn’t. Instead, memories of the past event kept repeating in my mind like a broken film record.

“Don’t forget to call Albert.”

“But what about Albert?”

“Have you talked to Albert?”

“About Albert… When did you have news about him last?”

Those were just a few words of hints given to me by Fae, Stella, Troy… and even Jackson.

I wanted to hit myself for being so stupid. Why didn’t I catch up to their hints? They’re trying to tell me something based on their words' odds.

But no, I was so oblivious, which I usually wasn’t. 

Guilt rushed through me. Was I so comfortable with Albert and at ease already that I looked past his feelings? Did I disregard him that much?