Dorian was still lying even at this point.


    "You were with Zara. She was injured, right?"


    Dorian was stunned, unsure how L knew that information. He also didn''t understand why a small matter from over six months ago was being brought up


    now.


    Seeing him silent, she lowered her hand, her gaze calm, her porcin-white face revealing no emotions.


    "What injury did she sustain?"


    Dorian pressed his lips together, still not answering.


    "She sprained her ankle. You stayed with her for a week. Do you know where I was at that time?"


    Dorian furrowed his brows. He didn''t know.


    All he knew was that during those days, L had said there was a promising coboration she wanted to check out, which would only take three days but ended up dying for over ten days.


    She wasn''t around, which was why he had the time to stay with Zara for a week. "Can we not bring up something from so long ago?"


    He walked to the bedside, looking down at her, a clear pain visible on his face. "I know I''ve done wrong these past two years and that I owe you. But I promise I will make it up to you slowly from now on.


    "Can we be as good as we were before? You can still be my manager, overseeing all my schedules. You can apany me to film and negotiate coborations. If you don''t want me to get too close to Zara, I won''t seek her out anymore. Is that okay?"


    L lifted her gaze, her long, thick eyshes fluttering as she blinked.


    As if she hadn''t heard his plea, she continued, "At that time, I was in Falkoria."


    Dorian''s eyes widened in shock, his earlier plea transforming into disbelief.


    During the New Year, Falkoria experienced a severe outbreak of influenza, which was highly contagious and had a certain fatality rate.


    The government sent a special ne to bring back citizens who had not


    contracted the illness to celebrate the New Year, and they also dispatched a


    medical team to assist those infected in Falkoria.


    Despite these efforts, many still died far from home.


    "I... I didn''t know. Why didn''t you contact me?" His voice trembled.


    How could he not have known about such a significant event?


    What had he been doing at that time?


    Even if Zara had only sprained her ankle, he did not need to stay by her side continuously.


    If he had known, he would have found a way to bring L back and provide her with the best medical care.


    "I called you, but Zara answered. I also sent a message, but you didn''t respond."


    Later, Kieran found out she was there. He abandoned everything at Morgan Group and took a private ne to care for her day and night for a week until she fully recovered before returning.


    Dorian''s mind exploded, his face filled with disbelief.


    No!


    There were no calls, no messages!


    At that time, Zara had even dragged him to watch the news from Falkoria. She was so kind, crying in his arms as she watched the reports of so many deaths.


    There was no way that L could have been sick in Falkoria without Zara informing him, even if it was just a simple phone call.


    L quietly watched his expression shift from shock to confusion, but she showed no signs of me.


    A hint of sarcasm tugged at her lips, clearly indicating that she knew what he was thinking.


    Essentially, Zara wouldn''t lie to him.


    And he had already admitted his mistakes, so why was he still targeting Zara? It was simply cruel!


    "L, regardless of whether there was a misunderstanding, it''s all my fault."


    His heart ached as he cautiously asked, "You must have been very upset then, right?"


    L withdrew her gaze, staring quietly at the ceiling. Back then, she hadn''t beenpletely disappointed in Dorian. She still held onto some hope for him.


    She would even hide from Kieran and cry.


    Now, she could casually say, "Isn''t being sick always hard?"


    Especially when it was a potentially life-threatening illness.