The health club reserved a private room for me where I can drink coffee and receive treatments.
I have some distinguished patients who are personally cared for by me in this room.
As I opened the door, I found Emma in a loose robe enjoying a foot massage. Dave, too, was relaxed, even holding my tobacco pipe, with my gifted Pu-erh coffee on the table.
"James, are you sick?" Emma confronted me, "You actually came here. Do you not trust me that much?"
"Now you see, I'm just here with Dave for a foot massage. We did nothing wrong!"
When Emma saw me, there was still panic in her eyes, but it was immediately replaced by her arrogance.
I had no time for arguments, "Your father is dying in the hospital. He wants to see you one last time. If you don't want to regret it, come with me now."
Dave sneered, "Really, James? Your father-in-law treats you like his own son, and you curse him out of jealousy, don't you?"
Emma, moved by my words, suddenly pointed towards the door, "Get out. Don't embarrass me here!"