Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 395

Chapter 395 

Howard, seeing her crying so heartbrokenly, could not hold back his own tears. 

He held Sheena tightly and comforted her, “Nana, calm down a bit. This isn’t your fault. Don’t burden yourself with all the responsibility. If you keep tormenting yourself like this, your body will collapse.” 

Sheena clutched his sleeve tightly, her mind filled with the nightmare from the day before the incident. Elijah was covered in blood, kneeling in despair in the flames. 

She could not absorb Howard’s words. Her tears seemed unstoppable. 

“Howard, I always thought he hijacked the plane to kill me. That’s why I justified hating him and torturing him. I couldn’t listen to any explanations from him. His past actions toward me were just neglect and sarcasm, but the abuse I inflicted on him was real. It’s all my fault. I killed him, and it’s all my fault…” 

Howard lifted her tear–streaked face, gently reminding her repeatedly, “No, Nana, you’re not to blame. You didn’t kill him. It was his choice. He’s gone, but your life goes on. Don’t let yourself suffer anymore!” 

“But, Howard…” 

She tucked herself into Howard’s embrace, crying incoherently. 

“I tried to numb myself too. I drank so much, trying to forget these things, trying 

to regain my sanity, but I couldn’t do it! The more I drank, the more sober I 

became, and all I could think of was him injured and bleeding. I–I…” 

She cried until her heart ached, her breath suddenly became rapid, and her consciousness faded, passing out on the spot. 

“Nana!” 

Howard was terrified and quickly called Ford to get a doctor. Then, he carried her out of the bathroom and sent her back to her own room. 

Since only men were around, changing Sheena’s clothes and cleaning her body was inconvenient. Hence, Howard had John drive to pick up Auntie Gloria to Ocean Avenue. 

A group of people surrounded the feverish and unconscious Sheena, bustling around. 

When the doctor arrived, he administered a fever–reducing injection, but Sheena’s body was too weak. After three days of drinking alcohol with high 

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alcohol content on an empty stomach, her stomach was almost burnt through. 

Sheena received two full bags of IV drip, and her complexion gradually improved a bit. 

After a pile of treatment and a group of people working tirelessly for the next 48 hours, the weak figure in the bed finally regained consciousness. 

Sheena’s head was pounding, and the first word she uttered after regaining consciousness was that name. 

“Elijah…” 

Even though her voice was hoarse, Howard, sitting by her bedside, heard it. He sighed softly while blowing on Auntie Gloria’s freshly prepared chicken soup. 

“Nana, forget about him. I believe that you’ll encounter someone even better, someone who loves you more in the future.” 

Sheena looked at Howard in disbelief, wanting to refute, but she could not make a sound. 

She knew that people were practical in this society. 

How many would sacrifice their lives for another person? 

Sheena was well aware she would never meet another man who loved her like Elijah did anymore. 

A pang of pain struck her heart, and Sheena clutched her chest forcefully as her features contorted in agony, beads of cold sweat forming.