"What's the ambulance number again?
"911? 119? Dad, don't worry, I'll look it up."
His mouth opened slightly. He tried to curse me but couldn't. I almost laughed.
I stalled until the ambulance finally arrived. I knew this time he wouldn't be as lucky as in my previous life.
"The patient arrived late. His family should be mentally prepared," the emergency doctor told me on the way to the hospital.
I nodded solemnly, but inside, I felt nothing.
It didn't matter if he was dead or disabled.
He deserved it.
I watched my dad on the hospital bed, weak and gray-haired. In my past life, seeing him like this made me cry and worry.
I saved him with all my might, only to find out about his affair through his cold, unfeeling messages.
At his age, he was cheating with a 42-year-old woman.
Eventually, he took everything of value and left to support his mistress and her son with his pension.
Such a dad was worthless and important to me.
When my mom arrived, he had just been resuscitated.
He ended up paralyzed.
My mom cried over his tube-filled body.
She had loved him deeply, giving up a good job and her family for him, only to be betrayed and abandoned.