He was extremely confident that he would be fine just as he was in my previous life.
The reason why Thomas didn't ask his son to pay the bill was because he was coveting the scholarship I just won.
But I wouldn't be so naive again. I cried to the doctor in grievance.
"Doctor, you've seen how stubborn he is. How can I persuade him? If he's paralyzed, he won't be able to stand for the rest of his life! I'm just his niece. I can't make this decision. I should wait for my cousin!"
When Thomas heard my words, his eyes turned scarlet out of anger.
"It's useless even if God comes! I don't believe that I'll be paralyzed for a fall!"
I spread out my hands to express my agreement.
In front of Thomas, I dialed my aunt, Thomas’s sister's number.
I wanted everyone to know that Thomas's paralysis had nothing to do with me. He had brought it upon himself.
After learning that Thomas was in a dire situation, Helen Southgate, my aunt, along with her husband John and daughter Lucy, immediately hurried over.
When they arrived, the doctor issued a notice of critical illness, but Helen didn't want to sign the agreement for the operation.
"Where's Alex? His father is dying, but he hasn't shown up yet?"