Unexpectedly, that evening, as I was leaving the hospital, I got a call from my girlfriend, Jasmine Meyers.
Seeing her familiar number, I felt a bit dazed and only answered after a moment.
As soon as the call connected, she started bombarding me with questions.
"Harvey Keller, what the hell is going on with you?! Why didn't you take my mom to the hospital for her follow-up yesterday?!
"Do you know the hospital called me today to chase it up?!"
Ever since we got together, I had been the one responsible for her mother's illness.
I was the one who took her to the hospital for weekly checkups and paid for her medications.
Jasmine only tagged along when she was free to show some filial piety.
When she was traveling, she hated being bothered by "trivial family matters."
In the past, I was always afraid of worrying and upsetting her, so I handled everything perfectly.
But now...
I said, "Jasmine, we've already broken up."
"You—" Jasmine was at a loss for words, clearly shocked.
After a while, she came back to her senses and asked, "What do you mean? You're serious about this?"
I found it somewhat amusing.
She stood me up on our wedding day, sending my dad to the hospital out of anger.