Silas let me go, saying that it was my own fault.
I hid in my father's ward for those days and never went out.
"Here you are! Thanks to your blow, Silas is so good to me now."
"Is this your father? Why isn't he moving?"
Sue Larson, basking in Silas' favor, walked with a new arrogance.
She kept fiddling with my father's oxygen tube, asking me curiously what it was.
"Don't touch that!"
I pushed her away and she stumbled back a few steps, clutching her head.
The next second, she rushed forward and unplugged my father's oxygen tube. She laughed as she held it in her hands and played with it.
"Do you think Silas will blame me for this?"
Before I could get an answer, Silas walked in.
He was taken aback by the scene before him, his eyes sweeping back and forth over me.
After a long pause, he finally said.
"Sue is still young and naïve. Your father's condition was beyond saving. Maybe ending things sooner was a mercy."
"I'll make sure to give your mother more money in the future."
The beeping sound from the monitor continued, each beep announcing my father's death.
I stood there, rooted to the spot. Besides the sadness and grief, there was also a sense of relief.