When Dylan saw Arielle’s face, he could not hold himself back anymore. All of a sudden, he staggered backward, but Vinson managed to catch him in time. After Dylan regained his balance, he turned to Vinson and slapped him.
“W-Why… Why didn’t you take care of… Take care of her?” Dylan roared in sorrow as he clutched his chest and glared at Vinson.
He had trusted Vinson so much and had believed that the latter would protect Arielle with his life, but in the end, what happened?
Why didn’t he protect her? Oh, my dear daughter…
At that thought, Dylan’s tears kept streaming down his face. He was utterly devastated by the loss of his daughter.
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