I completely understood Atlas's state of mind.

How could Celine, with her cunning nature, tolerate a child harboring such resentment toward her? She even dared to mess with Louis. She couldn't bear the threat posed by a child.

"You were really too young to comprehend all of that." I sighed as I looked at him.

He lowered his gaze, his face carrying a trace of anguish.

“I couldn't find you, and I was so anxious. I acted recklessly and didn't care about anything else. All I wanted was to find you and be with you every day."

Atlas's tone was incredibly gentle, devoid of any sharpness.

I bit my lip, wondering how I was doing after being separated from him. I pounded my head, lamenting, "Why can't I remember anything? Even a tiny bit would be helpful!"

He quickly grabbed my hand to prevent me from hurting myself. "Stella, it's not your fault. It's because I failed to protect you, causing you to suffer and become like this. Losing you for so many years is my punishment."

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