[Is it because you hate me that you don't come home? Maybe I don't deserve to have a family. I'm not worthy of you.]
[Did I hold you back? Can I talk to you?]
[My new song is about to be released. I want to tell you such news, yet I dare not. Will you find me annoying?]
I tried my best to tell him that I was swamped, and I couldn't leave my mother. Her situation was quite bad. I reassured him that I loved him. I wouldn't find him annoying.
All my efforts were in vain. It seemed that he didn't believe anything I said.
"It's like he's forcing me to surrender and to bow my head."
"I won't do it. But I forget that Asher will always have helpers."
"Or maybe I don't expect that Asher will ever try to show consideration to me."
It was at midnight again that I got a call from a familiar number.
I was startled by this phone call, anxiously observing if my mother had been awakened.
My mother had been sleeping a little lately. Now, she was looking at me sleepily.
I answered the call with a frown.
Jessa shouted at me, saying, "Didn't you take what I said to you last time seriously? Are you happy to see Asher in such a desperate state? Or do you hope he dies?" I even felt her voice echoing in the hospital.