Amelia rushed to the hospital and saw the caregiver, clearly anxious, standing outside the ward.
"What happened?" Amelia asked, her brows furrowed.
The caregiver's face still bore a fresh, visible slap mark.
"It was your father," the caregiver explained, her voice trembling. "He hasn't shown up in ages, but tonight, out of nowhere, he just came here, completely drunk. He barged in, and I—I tried to stop him, but he was too much after drinking, and then he... he hit me. I couldn't hold him back, and he just went in and unplugged the breathing machine. He kept saying awful things, like how she should've died already, how keeping her alive is just throwing money away."
"I called security and the doctor as fast as I could, thank God the doctor got here in time," she added hastily
