Asher shut up with his Adam's apple moving. He didn't find my explanation acceptable.
"But you can't speak to me like this, can you? You haven't been talking to me properly these days."
"Didn't we talk properly in half an hour? I can't understand what Asher's standards are. I am interacting with him depending on his mood."
I reiterated weakly, saying, "My dad has been sick during this period. You know that. Asher, please. Let me sleep for a while before we talk."
My heart was beating fast. I was a little panicked, suspecting that I might die suddenly from overwork in the next second. Weirdly, I had a sense of relief as if I wanted to get rid of something.
"If I die, I won't be so tired, right?"
I lowered my head. Before Asher could say anything, I straddled back to my bedroom and fell into a sound sleep.
However, it was the worst thing I did that day. When Asher was not happy, I acted on my own without getting his consent.
"So, it is my fault that I am awakened by a burst of cell phone ringing in the middle of the night."
Asher wasn't by my side. I didn't have time to think about it. I picked up the cell phone and answered the call.
"What did the staff at the hospital say?"