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.

that once he was free of his responsibilities, he would take her traveling around the

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

him. When their eyes met, he must have seen the malice in her gaze. Yet, he hadn't reproached her. Instead, he had allowed her to make that

decision would cost them so dearly. Now, Marshall lay there lifeless

call just now. After all, the doctors had said

that he was unable to wake up, but that he simply didn't want to. Because it was too unbearable-the situation they were facing was simply too

he had

gone. And soon, they would be buried under crushing

in this world for Marshall to hold

at him. She knew all of this was the consequence of her wrong choice. . She also knew that

circumstances wouldn't imprl net

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just be one more

him, too. If even he left