He looked at Diana Kinsman with eyes still full of hatred, and couldn't help but sigh and say with a bitter smile, "You said the pill I took was poison and that I would die soon. As a dying man, do I need to pretend to care about anyone?"
"Winnie, it's okay if you hate me and don't want to forgive me." Darren Heath withdrew his hand, slowly straightening his body. "I've said that if my death can erase the hatred in your heart and allow you to live without hatred in the future, my death will be worth it."
Diana hesitated, not knowing what she was thinking, but the light in her eyes flickered, and she bit her lip tightly.
"Dad, what nonsense are you talking about?" Brandon Heath frowned. "Ashton and I will take you to the hospital right now."
"No need." Darren Heath shook his head. "This is what I owe to Mia. I am willing to repay it with my life."
Hearing his words, Diana lifted her head, showing a hint of surprise in her eyes.
