My mother died young, and my father raised me alone. Our bond has always been deep.
When he learned I was dating Anna, a poor student he had sponsored, he didn’t mind her humble background. Instead, he urged me to treat her even better.
But on our wedding night, after Anna left a letter and vanished without a word, my father exploded in fury.
“She’s an adult, not a child! Why couldn’t she explain anything beforehand? Why vanish without a word on her wedding night?”
“I used my connections to check; there’s no secret project that hires temporarily. She’s lying to you!”
Back then, I was blinded by love, believing my father was making baseless claims. I even severed ties with him to protect the Lane family.
For the next five years, I showed no filial respect to my own father. Instead, I moved in with my father-in-law, George Lane, serving him tirelessly.
Looking back now, I was painfully foolish, hurting the one who loved me most.
After hanging up, I wiped my tears and returned to the ward.
George had finished treatment and was resting comfortably.
Seeing me enter empty-handed, he instantly pouted in irritation.