"You definitely did that on purpose," said Lune, his wounds healed, eyeing Henry with a face full of suspicion. His tone was cold as he accused, "You just wanted to see me make a fool of myself, right?"
Henry barely suppressed a laugh, coughed, and responded, "Well, you're not dead, are you? Seeing your genuine emotions was quite something. At least it helped strengthen the bond between you and your daughter. I had good intentions, didn't I?"
The moment Henry's words reached Lune's ears, a vibrant spark of life ignited within his gaze, a stark contrast to the resignation that had previously clouded his demeanor.
With a newfound eagerness, he swiveled towards Sarah, his voice tinged with a mixture of jest and earnestness.
"Daughter, since you've graced me with the title 'dad' just moments ago, we're on amicable terms now, aren't we?" he mused, lightening the atmosphere. "Your mother once mentioned you had come with the grim task of ending my life."