Gloria, who was behind Sabrina, even cried. Originally, she did not cry a single tear at all. However, when she heard her father regretting how he treated her mother, Gloria cried. She was not crying for her father. Instead, she was crying for her mother who had died with resentment. No matter how sincere a person's repentance was, no matter how much the person regretted it, a young and vibrant life would never be able to be repeated.

"But these…." The old man's voice became weaker and weaker, and more and more hoarse. His voice was so hoarse that Sabrina could not even bear to listen to him anymore.

"Just…take a rest. My mother and I no longer blame you anymore. It's true. Just take a rest. Don't have too much of a burden on your mind. Your health has been great and you don't have any serious illness. You certainly are able to live to a hundred years old. There are many centenarians in this world. A female writer even lived till she was one hundred and twelve years old. You're still