Looking at his daughter's collapsed state, Owen was heartbroken and guilty. If he hadn't imposed the pressure of the arranged marriage on her, she might not have ended up like this, and things wouldn't have unfolded this way.
He still remembered the confident and flamboyant figure of his daughter at that time; everyone envied him for having such an exceptional daughter.
But now she had turned into this pitiful state, covered in wounds, with empty eyes and a face full of despair.
"A child's fault is the father's fault," he thought. It was his constant teaching of her to be the best, to be ruthless, to get whatever she wanted, that led her astray.
Owen furrowed his brow and sighed deeply, "The floor is too cold, get up first."
The two of them helped Emma back onto the hospital bed. Emma was sobbing softly.
"People always have to pay for the mistakes they've made. Things have turned out this way, and I am also at fault. I won't let you bear it alone, don't worry."
