She took the cake from John, biting into it eagerly.
"Dad is the best dad in the world..."
My heart sank, but in the next second, my daughter suddenly gasped, her face flushed, and she collapsed to the ground.
I looked at the cake, furious.
"Don’t you know she’s allergic to nuts?"
"I had no idea! Who told her to eat so quickly like a starving ghost?"
I didn’t have time to argue, quickly grabbing my daughter and rushing to the hospital.
It was late into the night before my daughter was out of danger.
She lay pale, forcing a smile as she patted John’s hand.
"Dad, I’m fine. Don’t worry."
John, perhaps out of guilt, finally agreed to accompany her to the museum the next day to film the video.
His phone rang, and faintly, I could hear a woman’s soft voice.
"John, Ben had a nightmare and can’t sleep. He’s crying and asking for you..."
John’s face changed instantly, and without thinking, he began to leave.
My daughter worriedly grabbed his sleeve, "Dad, you promised to film with me tomorrow."
John patted her head.
"I remember, sweetheart. I have an urgent matter tonight, but I’ll definitely come to the museum tomorrow."