Ethan rushed to grab Erina. "Erina, you're your father's pride. If he were still alive, he'd surely love you."

Erina wriggled so hard to break free from his grasp. Then, she slapped him. "Bastard! You're sorry to Mom, and you hurt your wife! I hate you, I hate you!"

She ran away, and Brent followed. "Leave it to me, Mr. Miller."

One of Ethan's hands covered his cheek. It didn't hurt, but he couldn't help the overflowing sorrow.

Before this, he desperately wished to protect Kurt's family so much that he even brought his own family in harm's way.

In the end, Fabian repaid the favor the other way round and Marina lost everything.

Even Olivia, whom he vowed to protect, was marred with scars.

Gradually, his knees knelt to the ground.

Just how much of a failure his life was to fail to protect no one?

Miller. There's no win-win in

is turning nine soon. She's mature enough. If you don't clear things up right now, the misunderstanding is bound to

from those awful rumors and accusations well enough. Although you could've lied to her forever, we know what's best. You can't sustain the fairy tale for

only a matter of time or it'll only serve as a path

his opinion in the heat

Ethan's gaze on him,

of the tongue. But I do have a point, don't I? You should lay out the truth when Ms. Erina is mature enough to take it. It'll hurt at the moment, but that's better than

she think of you when she sees you with Mrs. Miller? Betrayer. A betrayer to his

at you because of your hesitance anymore. And you'll be able to return to your children with

someday. Mr. Miller, do you know why things ended up that

time, the problem was you. You could've done your part in communication better. How would Mrs. Miller know when you said nothing

Miller from the start,

genuinely wish for Mrs. Miller to change her mind regarding the remarriage, stop acting on your

his head, his gaze on

his hand over his mouth. "I... I was just spouting nonsense. Don't

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