Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

When Angie finished talking to her son and was about to continue watching television, Joseph's message came in. She took out her phone to check.

After reading it, Angie was full of smiles. Her smiles were full of schemes.

Angie was one hundred percent satisfied with Joseph and had complete trust in him. After all, someone who could marry her daughter so quickly must be extraordinary.

Even if Chris lowered his head to look at his phone, he could feel a burning gaze on him. He carefully looked up and met his mother's meaningful gaze. There was still a smile on her lips. His premonition was not good. "Mom, if you have something to say, just say it. Don't stare at me like that." Facing Angie's gaze, Chris felt a chill in the depths of his heart, a sense of unease creeping over him. He couldn't shake the feeling that his days were numbered.

Upon hearing this, Angie stopped smiling and stood up straight. She quietly placed her phone into the pocket of her down jacket.

"You're not getting any younger. You need to pay attention to your health. Starting tomorrow, go for a run around the neighborhood. Christina used to emphasize the importance of exercise. She's worried that you might develop sub-health, so she wants you to start running in the neighborhood from tomorrow." Chris refused without even thinking. "I'm very healthy. I just finished my checkup. There's no sub-health." Furthermore, it was winter now, with temperatures below freezing every morning. If he went jogging, he even felt like it could be life-threatening.

Naturally dying was better than freezing to death.

"It's better to be safe than sorry. It's always good to exercise. It's not wrong to listen to Christina. Would Christina harm you? If you feel bored alone, ask Stella or your dad to accompany you." Angie arranged to exclude herself from the selection list.

"Got it. I'm going to the hospital.” With that, Chris quickly walked out as if something was chasing him from behind. He had miscalculated. He should have eaten faster and left immediately.

What was Christina thinking? She asked him to run on such a cold day. Previously, when Christina was not married, she did not ask him to run with her. Now that she was married to Sapphire City, she remotely instructed him to run.

Did Christina become stupid after giving birth? Chris couldn't figure out what his family was up to lately, but he didn't intend to dwell on it. He thought it would be more productive to spend his time studying medical records instead of pondering over these matters.

The next morning at 5 o'clock, the sky still wore a veil of darkness, concealing the sun that was eager to emerge.

The alarm clock by the bedside rang, and an arm extended from the covers, fumbling around without finding the phone for a while. Angie opened one eye, the other tightly shut, as the light was too glaring.

The significant movement of his wife woke up Charlie, who was sleeping beside her. Moving around in the chilly winter could let in a gust of cold air into the blankets, causing one's hairs to stand on end.

on, so

eyes a little. He asked, "Why did you set the alarm?" It was so loud. Besides, Angie didn't need to make

the phone on the bedside table. "It's 5:03. Why are you up so early?" Angie, who was putting on slippers, turned to Charlie and said, "Go to sleep. I'll go and help." Charlie couldn't understand what his wife was saying. Still groggy early in the morning, his mind was clouded and hazy. Angie's words added to the confusion. Just as he was about to speak, Angie quickly left the room,

in a mess. Charlie couldn't care less and

had arrived home quite late the previous night, around 11:30 pm. After taking a shower, it was already past midnight. As he lay in bed, he reflected on the surgery he had performed earlier that day. By the time he finally drifted off to sleep, it was almost one in

he slept because Angie and the others never entered his room. The reason was simple. In Stella's words, even dogs couldn't be bothered to enter

bed, clothes, and medical books, there was nothing else in his

head with the blanket and felt that it was a little noisy. He only exposed his black hair in the air and said in a muffled voice, "l want to sleep. Don't speak.” Angie stood by Chris's bed in her pajamas. Her hair was a mess. The moment she opened her eyes, she got out of bed and came

bottoms. When Chris was young, he had the habit of sleeping naked. She could only pat her son's head gently. "Chris, hurry up. It's too late." Chris, who was under the blanket, frowned. It was so noisy. He said impatiently, "Hey, stop saying. I'm sleeping.” Angie simply sat down on the edge of the bed and spoke slowly. She did not believe

to the hospital.” Chris opened his eyes with a swoosh. There were still traces of redness in his eyes. He was extremely tired. He gazed at his mother with a helpless expression, "Mom, it's just morning jogging. Do you have to take it so seriously? What's the big deal if | don't jog today? | can always go for a run tomorrow." Angie nodded seriously. There was no emotion on her face. She slowly tidied her curly hair. "Alright, then I'll tell your dad that he will wait for you to go to work with him today. Go back to sleep. You can probably sleep for another hour. Your dad comes out after

even wanted to die. He had never wished so much that he was

son sit up, her lips curled into

when Angie pulled him back as soon as

Afraid that it would be too cold,

son was dressed well, Angie watched him leave with satisfaction. Then, she

who had just fallen

he was going crazy too. He suspected that Angie was intentionally keeping him from getting any sleep. Opening his eyes, he raised his hand, placed the back of it against his forehead, and with closed eyes, he asked, "What on earth are you doing?" Angie had already taken off her pajamas and crawled under the blanket. It was indeed too cold. How could it be so cold? It was warm under the blanket. "If you want to sleep, sleep. If you don't want to, get up and follow Chris for a run." Running? Going outdoors for a run in sub-zero temperatures? Charlie woke up with a start. He nudged Angie, who was about to sleep again. "Why is Chris running in winter? Isn't he cold?" Angie kept her eyes closed. She wanted to quickly drift back into sleep and

cold. "Who cares about the weather when it comes to exercising?

According to the Athana Meteorological Station's report,

Chris's face. It was as if a blade had slashed across his face. He stood at the entrance of the villa, trembling. He looked pitiful like a homeless child. He could not enter the house

the door and adjusted his clothes. He was not wearing cotton pants, and

that only the sound of the cold wind wreaking havoc on the branches could be heard. He thought to

kind of weather? He felt like he had grown tired of life, almost