Linda stared at the agreement in disbelief. She thought to herself, was it really necessary?
It was just one heart. And he actually dared to propose divorce over this.
Linda angrily threw the pastries into the trash, "If you don't want this home, then never come back."
At that moment, the phone rang. Linda picked up her phone.
"Linda? Where has Herbert been lately?" My dad, who rarely called, was asking about me. After all, he usually only ever mentioned Hans.
Linda thought for a while and realized only my parents could force me to show up. Plus, Hans had mostly recovered by now. So she told my dad about Hans's surgery.
My parents rushed to the hospital overnight. At the first sight of my parents, Hans couldn't stop his tears.
After the three of them cried together for a while, my parents asked about me, "Where's your younger brother? You're in the same department and he hasn't come to see you yet?"
Hans hesitated. "He's already been discharged."
My mom hugged Hans, "Discharged? His body's pretty strong, doing surgery and leaving just days later, not afraid of dying out there."