She couldn't understand, got severely depressed, and eventually hanged herself with a towel.
Before dying, she burned the love letters he had given her. Life was fragile and ended in ashes.
My dad woke up, weak and confused. He scanned the room and fixed his gaze on me.
He tried to lift his hand, signaling me to go over.
Once I was in front of him, he intended to slap me.
Unfortunately, he lacked the strength, and his hand fell limp.
"Why did you come so late?"
His eyes were fierce despite his condition.
I blinked innocently. "Dad, I didn't hear you. I was listening to music."
He was furious but helpless.
My mom pulled me into the hospital corridor, her brows furrowed with worry.
"Ollie, your dad needs care. I want to quit my job to look after him," she said.
"Mom, no—" I interrupted, showing her my dad's phone.
I showed her his sickening chat logs with his mistress and endless money transfers.
My mom turned pale and fainted in my arms.
I supported her, shouting for help.
Luckily, we were in a hospital, and medical staff quickly arrived.
Soon, a middle-aged man in a white coat rushed over, full of concern.
"Ollie, how's your mom?"
It was Mario Cobb.