I'm sorry, I was late

Dylan stared for a few moments at the lifeless bodies of Jonathan and the woman who died for him. Both of them lay crumpled on the floor, but Dylan had no intention of changing his position. Dylan only stood in front of them with a sneer on his lips. Even though he didn't feel like winning, he still couldn't help but be sneered at.

Jonathan's face, once twisted in anger, is now frozen in shock and pain. Of course, Dylan didn't give him a chance to recover from his emotions. Miranda's face, however, looked soft and as if it were ready to die.

"Pathetic," Dylan muttered, shaking his head and mockingly looking at them. He knows that he has also committed many sins, but these two people are much worse than him. That is what he thinks. "He loved her enough to let her die for him, but he still married another woman." Dylan shook his head and then looked emotionlessly at the two bodies lying on the floor. "No respect at all."

Dylan ignored it and started walking away from Jonathan's corpse.