With that, I turned to a friend at the door, "From now on, these two are not allowed in this store. Kick them out."
Then I went downstairs.
What followed was chaos, but my friend supported me, calling security to escort them out.
I waited downstairs for the disheveled Emma, coldly saying, "Get in the car. We're going to the hospital!"
Emma approached me in two steps and slapped my face, "James, you're really something, kicking me out?"
"Your dad is dying. Can't you think straight?" I shouted.
At that moment, Dave suddenly cried out behind me and collapsed.
He then screamed loudly, clutching his chest, claiming his heart was acting up.
Seeing this, Emma quickly went to help him, "Are you alright, Dave? Let's go to the hospital."
"We can't go to James's hospital. I'm afraid he'll kill me."
The grown man was pitifully wiping tears.
"Alright, alright, we'll do as you say."
Emma glared at me, then helped Dave into the car.
I didn't bother with them anymore and returned to the hospital. In the ward, my father-in-law's complexion looked very good, especially after seeing me. He even laughed out loud. But I knew this was just a moment of lucidity before the end.