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?”

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

a lump in my throat,

looked much more haggard than the last time I saw him. His face was sunken, looking

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

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

not dare stay any longer and silently left the

was now just him and

is voice

sit down and said, “You should be kinder to Mom.” For all

“It’s still not your place to

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

took a few moments to catch his breath before looking at me and asking,

not now, a year from

“A year later?

29 Dad Is Preparing

I said, fiddling with the phone

surprised, and after