Facade of Love

Chapter 29

Chapter 29 Dad Is Preparing for Discharge

My mother shook her head, looking somewhat nervous. “Is there anything else?”

I smiled and reassured her. “No, I was just asking.”

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The door to the emergency room opened, and the doctor came out to call for family members.

My mother rushed forward, and I followed behind her. The doctor looked at us and said, “The patient’s condition is temporarily stable for now, but his illness has significantly worsened. He’s at risk of dying at any time. Spending time with family members should be prioritized now.”

My mother’s face turned pale. She nodded and asked with a choked voice, “Doctor, he often suffers unbearable pain at night. Is there any way to relieve it?”

The doctor shook his head. “The patient’s organs are gradually failing. All we can do now is make sure he lives his final days out happy. Don’t let him get agitated, otherwise…”

The implication was clear.

My mother pressed her l*ps together, her tears falling silently. For a moment, I felt dazed and mumbled, “How did he get so seriously ill?”

Looking at me, my mother choked back tears. “He noticed something was wrong with his health a year ago. But you know how stubborn he is. No matter how much I urged him, he wouldn’t come to the hospital for a check–up. If he hadn’t fainted from pain at home the last time, we wouldn’t have discovered his illness. During his time in the hospital, he’s been waking up from sleep due to his pain

every day, but he didn’t want me or you to know about it. Yvette, please stop fighting with your dad. Let’s keep him company during his remaining days, alright?”

I pressed my l*ps together, feeling a lump in my throat, and nodded at my mother’s sorrowful gaze.

Inside the ward, Kane took a long time to wake up. He looked much more haggard than the last time I saw him. His face was sunken, looking like a skeleton with a layer of skin stretched over him.

Seeing him wake up, my mother immediately started talking to him. Most of it was nags and reminders. He shifted his gaze to me, who was standing at the side. He now looked much older and weaker compared to his stem, cold demeanor the last time he saw me.

“Come here.” He spoke to me, then looked at my mother and said, “Leave for a bit. I want to talk to Yvette for a moment.” My mother, fearing that we would argue as we had in the past, looked at me apprehensively. Kane frowned, his deepening. “Get out!”

His sternness frightened my mother, who did not dare stay any longer and silently left the ward.

It was now just him and me in the ward.

is voice

Looking at him, I found a place to sit down and said, “You should be kinder to Mom.” For all these years, he seemed to give commands to my mother like a king, and she had always been submissive.

“Hmph.” He snorted coldly, looking at me. “It’s still not your place to lecture me.”

I pressed my l*ps together, took a deep breath, and thought that since he did not have much time left, I might as well not argue with him. I said, “So, what did you want to talk to me about?”

He took a few moments to catch his breath before looking at me and asking, “How does Madam Young plan to handle the events of five years ago?”

I answered truthfully, “She wants me to divorce Idris, but not now, a year from now. Also, she won’t make life difficult for Scott Corporation or you anymore.”

He frowned. “A year later? Why?”

Chapter 29 Dad Is Preparing for Discharge

“I’m pregnant,” I said, fiddling with the phone in my hand.

He paused, clearly surprised, and after a moment asked incredulously, “You’re pregnant?”

I nodded, my gaze calm. “Yes.”

He finally fell completely silent. The ward was quiet for a while before he suddenly spoke, “Come to pick me up for discharge

tomorrow.”

“Discharge?” I frowned, immediately objecting. “You’re in no condition to be discharged.”

He seemed not to care about my objection and simply said, “I know my b*dy. You just need to come pick me up and inform the executives and shareholders of Scott Corporation to come to the office tomorrow afternoon.”

“Scott Corporation is doing fine right now. You should focus on getting better,” I said, looking at him. Given his curs

condition, leaving the hospital could be dangerous. Something could happen to him at any time.

He looked at me, and whether it was due to his illness or not, his gaze lacked its previous coldness and disdain. Instead, there was a touch of resignation. “Yvette, if I don’t go to the company now, I’ll never get another chance again. Listen to me. Let me go, so I can settle everything. Scott Corporation is the culmination of my life’s work. I want to make sure it’s in good hands so I can leave in peace.”