Even though she wasn't nice to me, I was her son-in-law after all.
After asking for leave from my leader, I boarded the train overnight.
It was already early morning when I arrived at the hospital with a tired face.
Fiona was waiting for me. She was standing at the entrance of the hospital with obvious traces of tears on her face.
When she saw me, she rushed into my arms.
I wiped away the tears from her eyes and said calmly, "Go in first. Regina is still waiting."
Fiona said, "Yeah, if she knew you came back early for her, she would be very happy."
I said calmly, "Maybe."
I was afraid of unexpected situations, so I quickened my pace.
But when I opened the door to the ward, my mood, which had been calmed down, suddenly changed.
In front of the bed, Pierre was concentrating on peeling an apple.
I should have known it earlier. Fiona would have contacted him after something like this.
Seeing me, Pierre smiled gently, walked up to me and stretched out his hand. "Hi, this is not the first time we have met. Fiona always talks about you to me. Please don't mind what happened last time."
I had always maintained an indifferent attitude before, and he thought he can control me.