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?”

noticed something was wrong with his health a year ago. 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.

my l*ps together, feeling a lump in my throat, and nodded at my mother’s

took a long time to wake up. He looked much more haggard than the last time

up, my mother immediately started talking to him. Most of it was nags and reminders. He shifted his gaze to me, who was standing at the side. He now looked much older and weaker

then looked at my mother and said, “Leave for a bit. I want to talk to Yvette for a moment.” My mother,

who did not dare

now just him and me in

is voice

all these years, he seemed to

coldly, looking at me. “It’s still

he did not have much time left, I might as well not argue with him.

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

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

frowned. “A year later?

Is Preparing for

I said, fiddling with the phone

after a moment