Marcellio's body was sweating profusely, beads of sweat wet his face, neck and healthy body. His eyes suddenly opened, he blinked, sitting up in bed.

Marcellio looked around—the room seemed familiar to him. This was his private room. Memories of his daughter drowning in the sea haunted him. Marcellio's body shook violently, the incident was still fresh in his mind.

When people and his friends were hysterical when they saw his eldest daughter being carried away by the waves.

He was stunned, wasn't he on vacation in London? He quickly got up to look out the window, he slowly realized something. This was 24 years ago, when Harumi was still 1 year old.

As if in disbelief, Marcellio moved to look at the calendar that was neatly perched on the nightstand beside his bed. November 4, 1962 the day after the night he broke his little daughter's hand on purpose because of his emotions.

Marcellio panicked, he immediately ran out of his room, his breath quickened, he didn't even care about his messy appearance after waking up.

His steps caused the mahogany floor beneath him to creak, the servants who saw him running in panic greeted him politely but he ignored them.

Marcellio stopped in a dilapidated room—it was Harumi's room. His hands trembled as he held the doorknob—Marcellio was nervous, he was afraid that his beloved little daughter had collapsed lifeless on the floor.

Right when the door opened, Marcellio's body froze. He found your small and fragile body trembling on the floor, one of your hands tightly wrapped around a brown teddy bear covered in blood."God dammit! My daughter.." Marcellio felt an overwhelming sense of guilt when he saw you. His little daughter that he should have taken care of, his little daughter and Haruna..

"Baba.." You cried uncontrollably when you saw Marcellio, he was stunned.

Marcellio knelt in front of you, looking at your injured little body and your broken hand. His heart was broken.

"My daughter, forgive me, forgive your stupid father"