Watching Sarah get better and better, something occurred to me.
"Where's James? Why didn't he even call?"
"I didn't tell him," Sarah answered me absently as she ate the apple I had just peeled for her.
"Why didn't you tell him?"
"Well, what is the use of my telling him? He's careless, doesn't know anything, and can't be relied on at all."
"He's not careful and considerate like you. Thank you, or I couldn't handle all this on my own. Now we need to self-pay at the hospital, and I can't even read what's on the screen," Patrick praised me with a smile.
His praise didn't make me feel any joy. On the contrary, I felt even more lost.
I stopped smiling.
I took out my cell phone and was stopped by Patrick before I could press it. "Don't call him. He can't help much now that your mom is almost better."
"How could he not help? I've taken a few days off, and I have to get back to the office, so he should stay here instead."
"He doesn't need to do that. If you have a problem, you can leave, and I can take care of your mom."
I couldn't hold back the anger inside me any longer.
I forced a call to James and tried to tell him what had happened in a calm tone.