I was in a bad mood, and the wound healed slowly. Looking back, it was truly a dark and desolate period.
This time, I hired a caregiver specifically to look after me and declined all visitors.
After Chris's surgery, he expected me to immediately deliver the luxury car and personally care for him in bed. Instead, he couldn't reach me and had to pay the surgery bill himself!
Seeing the bill, he was heartbroken and quickly arranged for discharge.
But he didn't know that I had prepared a surprise for him.
Fortunately, I had set up cameras at home in advance, or I would have missed this great show.
Chris, still recovering from surgery, angrily returned home, only to be shocked to find seven or eight extra people in the house.
The house was filled with smoke, and his favorite collectibles were scattered all over the place.
The group was in the middle of a heated discussion.
The ones leading the charge were his parents.
"Son, you're back! Where have you been?"
As soon as Chris arrived, Layla confronted him.
Chris couldn't bring himself to mention the sterilization, so he deflected by saying he had just gotten off work.
He was fiddling with his figurines, tears nearly falling from his eyes.