Facade of Love

Chapter 29 Dad Is Preparing for Discharge

My mother shook her head, looking somewhat nervous. “Is there anything else?”

I smiled and reassured her. “No, I was just asking.”

Was Moore really so desperate that she planned to use our parents to pressure me?

The door to the emergency room opened, and the doctor came out to call for family members.

My mother rushed forward, and I followed behind her. The doctor looked at us and said, “The patient’s condition is temporarily stable for now, but his illness has significantly worsened. He’s at risk of dying at any time. Spending time with family members should be prioritized now.”

My mother’s face turned pale. She nodded and asked with a choked voice, “Doctor, he often suffers unbearable pain at night. Is there any way to relieve it?”

The doctor shook his head. “The patient’s organs are gradually failing. All we can do now is make sure he lives his final days out happy. Don’t let him get agitated, otherwise…”

The implication was clear.

My mother pressed her l*ps together, her tears falling silently. For a moment, I felt dazed and mumbled, “How did he get so seriously ill?”

But you know how stubborn he is. No matter how much I urged him, he wouldn’t come to the hospital for a check–up. If he hadn’t fainted from pain at home the last time, we wouldn’t have discovered his illness. During his time in the hospital, he’s been waking up from sleep due to his pain every day, but he didn’t want me or you to know about it. Yvette, please stop fighting with your dad. Let’s keep

a lump in my throat, and nodded at my mother’s sorrowful

the last time I saw him. His face was sunken, looking like a skeleton with a layer

nags and reminders. He shifted his gaze to me, who was standing at the side. He now looked much

me, then looked at my mother and said, “Leave for a bit. I want to talk to Yvette for a moment.” My mother, fearing that we would argue as we had in

dare stay any longer and silently left the

him

is voice

kinder to Mom.” For all these years, he seemed to give commands to my mother like a king, and she

me. “It’s still

pressed my l*ps together, took a deep breath, and thought that since he did not have much time left, I might

and asking,

Idris, but not now, a year from now. Also, she won’t

“A year

Is Preparing for

fiddling with the phone in my

after a moment asked