"Don't blame Ella, mom. I hurt her first."
Melissa, who had been sitting on the bed, suddenly spoke. She struggled to get off the bed and walked up to Ella step by step.
"Ella, I know you blame me for stealing Reagan. It is indeed my fault. I brought this on myself. I don't dare to beg for your forgiveness, but I hope that you can give me a chance to apologise."
Melissa's expression was sincere. She grabbed Ella's hand and said, "Ella, you can hit me or yell at me. As long as you can vent your anger, I am willing to atone for hurting you."
"What are you doing, Melissa?"
Melissa's sudden change in behaviour caught Ella off guard.
Before coming here, she had thought that Melissa would berate her.
But the moment she walked in, Melissa brought out the humblest side of her.
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