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.

air conditioning on, so the air conditioner in the

did you set the alarm?" It was so loud. Besides, Angie didn't need to make

felt even more puzzled. He propped himself up slightly and called out, "Where are you going?" "What time is it?" Charlie propped his elbows on the bed and took a look at the phone on the bedside table. "It's 5:03. Why are you up so

mind was in a mess. Charlie couldn't care less and continued

next room, Chris was still asleep in bed. He 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

slept because Angie and the others never entered his room. The reason was simple. In Stella's words, even dogs

books, there was nothing

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

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,

Hurry up, or you will have to take over the company and won't need to go 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

Chris even wanted to die. He had never wished so much that he was a woman. He pinched his

curled into a smile. She knew he would get

his pajamas when Angie pulled him back as soon as he left the

to change his clothes. Afraid that it would

her son was dressed well, Angie watched him leave with

Charlie, who had just

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

were already cold. "Who cares about the

a moment. Was Chris stupid? According to the Athana Meteorological Station's report,

slapped 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

door and adjusted his clothes. He was not wearing cotton pants, and his legs were so cold that they felt like they

sound of the cold wind wreaking havoc on the branches could be heard. He thought to himself that no idiot would come for

was the suitable weather for morning jogging in this kind of weather? He felt like he had grown tired of life, almost as if