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.

her traveling around the world. He knew she had never truly moved on, so

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

he must have seen the malice

one decision would cost them so dearly. Now, Marshall

her phone call just now. After all, the doctors had said his condition was stable and that he would wake in a day or

now, she suddenly had a feeling that it wasn't that he was unable to wake up, but that he

them-everything he had

worldly possessions were gone. And

was left in this world for Marshall to hold on

all of this was the consequence of her wrong choice. .

circumstances wouldn't imprl net

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there would just be one more person to shoulder

desperately hoped he would hold on because she couldn't lose him, too. If even he left her, how was she supposed to