A long breath accompanied by a sigh just came out as if a very heavy burden was pressing on him, who knows how many bottles of drink he had drunk, how many cigarette butts he had gulped.
'I'm sorry, Danil.' A simple word but feels so heavy for a Richard Mahendra.
'Laila, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for being useless, you didn't choose my brother wrong, because he is the one who deserves to be with you, not a lecherous man like me.'
'I shouldn't have vented my hatred for Danil, I shouldn't have done that, but I also have no other way to get my son away from that thug, other than taking all your assets.'
'Danil, I'm sorry, uncle.'
Richard kept mumbling apologies to Danil and a woman named Laila, who was none other than Danil Mahendra's mother.