Two Days Too Late, My Father's Death

My father's heart condition flared up, and we needed to get him to a specialist abroad immediately.

Silas was piloting the private helicopter to pick us up. He looked at me and said, "Don't worry. I'll make sure your father gets to the hospital in time."

But while we were mid-air, he landed the helicopter for the sake of his first love, Sienna.

I wept, begging him to get my father to the hospital first, but he remained cold and indifferent to my pleas.

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