Joanna stood dumbfounded, staring at Mark in disbelief.
"How could it be you..."
She dropped the fruit knife and staggered backward.
"I didn't mean to hurt you, Mark... You weren't my target! Why are you helping that woman?"
Mark pressed a hand to his abdominal wound, his face draining of color, leaving him deathly pale.
"Joanna, don't make more mistakes..."
Joanna's voice trembled.
"Meredith ruined you! She took everything from you! I wanted to avenge you, so why are you still helping her? Why?"
Mark let out a bitter laugh.
"This is all I owe Meredith. I don't blame her..."
Turning to Meredith, he reached out.
"I'm sorry. If I could do it all over again... I would have treated you right. I'm sorry..."
His breathing grew faint.
Joanna's eyes turned bloodshot. Clawing at her ha
