The Sway and Slide of Love by Jean Song

Dylan was like deadly poison to the Swifts. He had deliberately lured Marla away at that time. Otherwise, she wouldn't have let him go so easily.

After all, Marshall was already in a coma. So, all she could do was cling tightly to Dylan and refuse to let go.

But...

Marla opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, yet words failed her completely at this moment.

Then, a sharp alarm blared from the machine beside the bed.

She immediately whipped around.

She wasn't the only one who heard it. The doctors outside did, too. They rushed in instantly and pushed her aside as they began emergency resuscitation.

Marla stood frozen, phone still in hand, staring blankly at Marshall on the bed. He had an oxygen mask over his face.

would take her traveling around the world. He

had been, he had always accepted and indulged her. In fact, when Dylan first proposed taking the injured Noelle away, Marshall had

met, he must have seen the malice in her gaze. Yet, he hadn't reproached her. Instead,

one decision would cost them so dearly. Now, Marshall

phone call just now. After all, the doctors had said his condition was

had a feeling that it wasn't that he was unable to wake up, but that he simply didn't want

taken everything from them-everything he had spent a lifetime building. They

gone.

was left in this world

the consequence of her wrong choice.

circumstances wouldn't imprl net

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just be one more person

him, too. If even he left her, how was she supposed to go