Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Chapter 1269 On the Verge of Death

The man lying on the hospital bed before me was frail and weak. He was nothing but skin and bones.

He resembled a skeleton. His hair was gray, his cheeks were sunken, and only his cheekbones remained prominent, making him look much older than his actual age. But it was clear that he had been handsome. You could see it amidst his pallid complexion. His condition made it clear that he had been confined underground for a long time. Coupled with malnutrition, he basically looked half-dead.

I couldn't imagine how he had survived these past twenty years.

He still hadn't regained consciousness. If it weren't for his faint breaths, I wouldn't have believed he was still alive.

I stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do, my emotions running high.

Atlas embraced me and gently guided me forward. "This is your father. The examination results aren't out yet. Let's wait."

I turned to Atlas. "Is this really my father?"

"Yes, it's your father who loves you deeply." Atlas's gaze was serious.

After staring at him for a long while, I timidly reached out and held his hand. His bones were prominent, covered only by a thin layer of translucent skin, revealing the bones and delicate blood vessels underneath. "Dad," I called out softly, choking up instantly.

remained silent and

holding a stack of reports. He spoke to Atlas in

has woken up!

go of my father's hand, stood up, and followed Tristan out, heading straight

the stretcher. He was covered in

unfocused eyes turned toward me, his face

he

his hand. "Hold on, Millard. You can do it. I believe in you. I need to take you back to the Huffman family. You'll be very

faint smile appeared on his

just want to... say sorry to him..."

mouth, and I

request and

moment, I completely forgot about Millard's past wrongdoings. After all, we had managed to evacuate safely because of his. efforts. In the end, he sacrificed himself to save us all, allowing us to

his life to

call Anson right away." I turned to Tristan,

fixed on the phone in my