Her mother wasn't in good health, so she didn't argue back. But once we got home, she blamed me for not standing up for her.
The next morning, she packed her bags and took off on a trip abroad.
I sent her countless messages, trying to make peace, but she didn't reply to any.
Now, looking at her, acting so nonchalant and even smug about making me upset, I felt disappointed and heartbroken.
...
Of course, she remembered what day it was yesterday. After all, she had agreed to return just three days before the wedding.
"Alright, I'm finally back, so stop sulking," she said as she reached for my hand.
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I dodged again.
She was unhappy. "I've finally got my mood right to come back and be with you, and this is how you treat me?"
Just as I was about to say something, my phone in my pocket rang.
When I answered, my mother's anxious voice rang out. She said that my father had fainted and was in critical condition.
"I'll be right there!"
I immediately became anxious, and without paying attention to my girlfriend, I turned around, got in the car, and headed for the hotel.
I took my dad to the hospital, and the doctors pushed him into the emergency room.
My mother sat on a bench in the corridor, sobbing.