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How could he have said that! His father should at least be like his own father. He could not love his child too much, but how could he hurt him? Every child was formed from the painstaking efforts of their parents. It was even more important than their own lives. How could parents who could do things that hurt their children deserve this title?
His voice wasn't very loud, but the hatred in it was already deep.
She was still thinking that he wasn't the murderer, so he must be very sad. There was still a future between them... Heh, what a joke.
Now that he thought about it, all the care and love that he had shown earlier was for today. It was just sympathy and guilt that he had put on his coat.
In the end, it was him who ruthlessly destroyed himself once more. So good, Luch
