Agnes nodded anxiously, "Dad, I'll be happy, I'm sure of it. I'm really happy with Jared right now. He's the best person in the world and he treats me well. I believe we'll grow old together…"
A faint smile appeared on Preston's lips, "That's good…"
His voice gradually weakened, then slowly closed his eyes.
Agnes was very nervous, "Dad, chat with me more, Dad, I have news for you, you're going to be a grandfather, don't sleep, chat with me more, okay?"
When Agnes said this, Preston's eyes flickered open.
Then he slowly said, "Agnes, I'm very happy, but I have to go find your mom, I'm afraid I'm running out of time…"
Preston's voice gradually faded away.
And his grip on Agnes' hand slowly loosened.
Preston's heart monitor slowly flatlined.
Agnes, holding Preston's hand, couldn't control her tears.
She didn't understand why this was happening.
He had clearly woken up.
In fact, from the beginning, when she saw Preston, Agnes had a bad feeling.
Preston's condition was like a dying man's last struggle.
But if this was the end, Agnes would rather her father never woke up, even if it meant lying in bed for the rest of his life.
Agnes held Preston's hand for a long time, until it grew cold.
The doctors came over.
They examined him, then sadly shook their heads, comforting Agnes to grieve appropriately.
But she couldn't accept it.
Agnes was like a zombie, just sitting by the bedside.
The doctors and nurses were helpless.
Until finally Jared came over, he forcefully pulled Agnes away, pulling her back to reality.
She was crying and screaming.
Watching as they took her father's body away, she chased after them crazily, but was held tightly in Jared's arms.
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