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?”

my mother choked back tears. “He 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. 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 him

l*ps together, feeling a lump in my throat, and nodded

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

He shifted his gaze to me, who was standing at the side. He now looked much older and weaker compared

He spoke to 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 the past, looked at me apprehensively. Kane frowned, his deepening. “Get

dare stay any longer and

him

is voice

and said, “You should be kinder to Mom.” For all these years, he seemed to give commands to my mother like a king, and she had always been

me. “It’s still not your place

deep breath, and thought that since he did not have much time left, I might as well not argue with him. I said, “So,

and

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

“A year

Dad Is Preparing

with

clearly surprised, and after a moment asked incredulously, “You’re