Seraphina Quinn didn't have a heart of stone.
More importantly, she felt the fundamental problem between her and Damian Fairchild wasn't Donovan Fairchild's opposition back then, but Damian himself.
So, after Donovan Fairchild finished speaking, Seraphina replied, "The past is in the past…"
"I know you… can't get over it." He gasped for breath. "I… I've wronged you, too…"
As Donovan Fairchild said this, the rims of his eyes turned red.
Seraphina watched him with a complicated expression. "Alright. I accept your apology. You… just focus on getting better. When Claire gets here, I'll bring her to see you."
Donovan Fairchild was likely too weak or exhausted.
He closed his eyes then, but an aged hand suddenly seized Seraphina's.
He used a great deal of strength, gripping her hand tightly, but his palm was cold and devoid of warmth.
Seraphina had heard that when people were near death, their bodies grew cold, though they themselves wouldn't feel it.
