Chapter 797 What Kind Of Birthmark

• Marilyn almost trembled. “But now that things have come to this...”
• “I blame her, but I also blame myself. I blame myself for not being able to protect her. If only I had been more careful, none of this would have happened.” Dexter gripped his hair. Showing his distress in front of others was a first for a strong and powerful man like him.
• Marilyn's eyes were moist, filled with heartache. “Why don't you tell her that your grandpa is sick? She will give in to you. If she knows, she will definitely be compassionate.”