"Andrew—" She looked at him. "I am sorry, I didn't know." When she stepped out of the room, she overheard the conversation between Semion and Andrew.
She understood what Semion was referring to.
"It's not your fault." Andrew kissed the top of her head. "Don't listen to others—" He pulled away and placed his hand on her shoulder. "Rach, look at me."
When she looked at him with her tear stained face, his heart clenched.
Suppressing his urge to drag Semion back and skin him alive, he took a deep breath. He would definitely deal with the old man later but right now, he had to focus on his wife. He had to make her feel better.
"You don't listen to others, Rachael, you only listen to me. Did you understand?" He cupped her face. "Don't overthink this, okay?"
Andrew didn't want her to blame herself in any way. It wasn't her fault to begin with. It was wrong for Semion to push all the blame on her when nothing severe had happened.
