"Master..."
Serena’s face turned even paler, but before she could finish her sentence, Winston Winslow coldly interrupted her, his tone utterly heartless.
"Don’t call Master until you’ve made your choice!"
Serena’s heart tightened, as if an invisible hand was gripping it tightly, leaving her breathless.
"Cough...cough...cough..."
Winston Winslow suddenly began to cough violently, his face as pale as paper, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.
"Master..."
Seeing this, Serena’s expression changed suddenly, and she quickly approached with concern,
"Let take a look at you!"
Her master’s health had been deteriorating year after year, relying solely on traditional dicine to nurture his body. But now, all previous efforts had been in vain.
"Stop right there!"
However, Winston Winslow was exceptionally stubborn, his voice weak yet determined as he coldly spoke.
"I told you, until you’ve made your choice, I’m not your Master...cough...cough...cough..."
He had barely uttered a few words before his coughing worsened, another mouthful of blood spilling from his mouth, and his body swayed, as if he might faint at any mont.
"Cough...cough...cough... Will you agree or not?!"
"I agree!"
Seeing Winston Winslow’s body reaching its limit, Serena’s eyes reddened slightly, and she spoke with difficulty.
If it weren’t for her Master taking her in all those years ago, she wouldn’t have what she has today.
The fatherly love she lacked in her childhood was all received from her Master, and though they shared no blood relation, he was her father in her heart!
She couldn’t bear to watch him suffer!
"Now let check your pulse!"
As she said this, Serena resolutely grasped his wrist and began checking his pulse.
Having obtained Serena’s promise, Winston Winslow no longer resisted and let her proceed.
A mont later, Serena’s lips pressed into a tight line as her sharp gaze fell on him, her tone laced with anger.
"Why did you hide this from when your body is so severely depleted? Have you not taken any of the dicines I prescribed over the years?"
Under the girl’s piercing gaze, Winston Winslow could only confess, "No, I haven’t been taking them as you instructed."
Serena was furious: "Are you trying to end your life?!"
"Serena, don’t be angry." Winston Winslow, however, was unfazed, showing no fear of death. "If not for the unresolved vengeance, I would have long given up living and just wanted to join them quickly!"
Hearing this, Serena lowered her eyes, the sharp pain in her heart deepening.
The pain of losing loved ones is sothing others cannot fathom!
"What about ? Master, are you going to leave behind?"
"Serena, you’ve found your family. Even if you don’t have Master with you in the future, you’ll still be very happy! I truly miss them..."
Winston Winslow seed to recall the beautiful past, and his expression softened.
"Serena, my daughter was very much like you, just as smart and adorable, loved by everyone. Your mistress had the gentlest disposition. If she could see you, she would have loved you! But alas..."
Winston Winslow would always rember that day, his 30th birthday, when his wife and daughter wanted to surprise him.
Yet all he received was the tragic death of his wife and daughter... How could he not hate?
All these years, he had been wanting to avenge his wife and daughter but had been unable to locate Tristan Quinn’s whereabouts. But, unexpectedly, when he was on the brink of despair, his son appeared!
Winston Winslow’s eyes were filled with hatred. A father’s debt should be repaid by the son, as a matter of course!
Moreover, he wanted Tristan Quinn to taste the pain of losing loved ones!
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