My mother frowned. “She’s just worried about you. How can you speak to her like that?”
My father shook his head and sighed. “You’ve always had a difficult personality. If it weren’t for Loren’s patience, who could put up with you?”
Loren’s shoulders quivered as tears streamed down her cheeks. She looked heartbreakingly pitiful. “I’m sorry... It’s all my fault...”
Then, casting one last sorrowful glance at Arthur, she turned and ran out of the ward.
Arthur watched her go with a conflicted gaze. Then, without a word to me, he followed her.
Not even a glance back.
Abraham spun on me, eyes blazing. “Look at you! You’re nothing compared to Aunt Loren! You should’ve divorced Dad a long time ago and let her take your place!”
I stared at him, stunned.
This was the same child I had given up everything for.
When he was born with health issues, I’d quit a promising career and dedicated three years of my life—day and night—to care for him, nourish him, raise him into the healthy boy he was now.
And this was what he had become?
“Abraham!” My mother grabbed his arm in alarm. “Don’t talk nonsense!”
But he wrenched away. “She’s the one who bullies people! No wonder Dad doesn’t want her!”