"If only I knew you'd end up like this, I would cancel our marriage back then," Dahlia said. "You bring nothing but pain and suffering to the family that I love, Marlon Grant."
Dahlia's words were proven to be too much for Marlon. His breath began to get disordered, and he looked pale.
"D—Dahlia, I—I have been thinking about my days, and I realized that I'm already old and sickly," Marlon said. "I can't function well out of my bed now, and I keep wishing you could be here with me. So please…"
"Please come home and spend our twilight days together. I don't want to die alone, please…" Marlon kept on begging, wishing one of his efforts would be able to gain Dahlia's sympathy.
"So you will be able to plot an assassination on me again?"
"No, I—"Marlon shook his head desperately, even though Dahlia couldn't see him right now. He was washed away by his emotions, which rarely happened.
