Winston was wheeled into the ICU once again. Through the massive window, Alyssa studied her beloved father, lying unconscious in bed, looking as fragile as butterfly wings. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, and her body trembled. In the past, she had stubbornly gone her own way, ignoring everyone else in pursuit of love. Yet, Winston had always tolerated her without complaint. For a long time, she had been an ungrateful daughter. And now, in this very moment, she felt like she truly deserved to die. "Don't worry, Lyse. All of us—your brothers—are here with you. Cyrus and the others are rushing back as we speak."Watching Alyssa cry broke Silas' heart. "Lyse, don't cry! Dad was already ill to begin with. This was something that's been a long time coming. It's not your fault. Don't take it so hard. Don't blame yourself." "Silas is right, Lyse. This isn't because of you." Jonah gently placed his suit jacket over Alyssa's trembling shoulders. His voice was hoarse
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