My mom gave him a playful glare but complied, returning to her work.
The atmosphere was warm and comforting—almost too perfect to leave behind.
In the bedroom, I opened the drawer of the bedside table and took my last dose of medicine. The bitter taste lingered as I swallowed, then stood and made my way to the living room.
As I stepped out, Elysia emerged from the bathroom. Her gaze fell on me instantly, her eyes brimming with worry.
“Why have you lost so much weight?” she asked, her voice soft but urgent. “Are you feeling unwell? Have you been overworking yourself taking care of our daughter?”
She reached out, intending to feel my forehead, but I shifted away calmly.
“Mom and Dad are still here,” I said in a low voice. “Don’t.”
My dad, standing nearby, chuckled but kept his eyes down, pretending not to hear. The smirk tugging at the corners of his lips betrayed him.
Elysia pouted slightly but didn’t argue. Instead, she reached into her bag and pulled out a beautifully wrapped gift box. With a flourish, she opened it to reveal a stunning, sunlit watch worth millions.