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

feeling a lump in my throat, and

haggard than the last time I saw him. His face was sunken, looking like a skeleton with a layer of skin stretched over

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

said, “Leave for a bit. I want to talk to Yvette for a moment.” My mother, fearing that we would argue as we

not dare stay any longer and silently

now just him and me in the

is voice

all these years, he seemed to give commands to my

coldly, looking at me. “It’s still not your place

that since he did not have much time left, I might as well not argue

took a few moments to catch his breath before looking at me and asking, “How does Madam Young plan

not now, a year from now. Also, she won’t make life difficult for Scott Corporation or

“A year

Is

with

after a moment asked incredulously, “You’re