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?”

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

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

took a long time to wake up. He looked much more haggard than the last time I saw him. His face

gaze to me, who was standing at the side. He now looked much older

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

frightened my mother, who did not dare stay any longer and silently

just him and me in the

is voice

down 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

“It’s still not your

my l*ps together, took a deep breath, and thought that since he did not have much time left, I might as well not argue with him. I said, “So, what did you want to

and asking, “How does

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

frowned. “A year later?

Dad Is Preparing for

fiddling with the phone in my

paused, clearly surprised, and after