"Uncle Thomas, you're really optimistic. You could still worry whether Alex slept well or not. Why don't you ask Nancy if she is tired? She even put her preparation for the postgraduate entrance examination aside for the time being. These two days, she has spent a lot of money and effort on you. She has been restless due to deep worry. You are too partial."
Only then did Thomas notice me in the corner.
But Thomas's response was cold. "How could she be tired? That's why we raised a girl. It's time she pays us back. Fortunately, she didn't sign the agreement for me. Otherwise, if I am disabled, she would have to be responsible and support me for the rest of her life!"
At this time, Alex came back with a pale face.
He didn't speak to his father. Instead, he dragged me to him.
"Kneel! It's all your fault. The doctor said that if you had signed the agreement, my dad wouldn't have to have his legs cut!"
Thomas frowned. "What leg? Cut? Did the doctor scare you again?"
Alex looked at Thomas's legs and said to me fiercely.
"Dad, the doctor said that if it wasn't for her refusal to sign the agreement, your legs wouldn't have been amputated!"