Chapter 189 The Devil on His Deathbed

• Dad's eyes flung open when he heard my voice. He raised his arm, not without effort, and swung it at me like he was trying to grab me or hit me!
• No, I hadn't imagined it. The malice on his face was unmistakable, and I would be lying if I said it didn't scare me. There was a fiery hatred in his eyes, like he didn't want me to see him lying here like this. He probably thought that someone like me, whom he had trampled all over my whole life, had no right to see him at his worst.
• His punch felt lighter than a tickle now, but for some reason, it hurt me like a stab to the heart.