Shane Blaine's blood smeared across Wyatt Ainsworth's cheek.
Wyatt's white dress was splattered with blood, a brutal, blinding red.
On the brink of life and death, he spent the last of his strength on one single wish—to see her one more time.
Shane's voice was weak. "I'm sorry…"
"A lifetime promise…and this time…I'm going to break it."
"Such a pity…I never got to hear Aurora call me 'dad' even once."
He was about to leave her and their daughter behind—how could he ever feel at ease about them.
Just then, crying came from the bedroom.
The older sister started crying, and the younger one joined in.
The elder was almost two, the younger just three months old; like father and child sharing one heart, they resonated—both sisters wailed fiercely.
Wyatt felt the strength of Shane's arms around her slowly loosening. She shook her head frantically, as if she only knew how to say two words, "No, no…"
Tears dripped onto the man's forearm, merging with the blood.
