EVA’S POV
Feeling the urge to see my sick father again, I moved toward the room where he was receiving treatment. Upon entering, a nurse welcomed me with a smile.
"Good morning," she greeted.
"Good morning," I replied, "I'm here to see my father."
"Oh, that's good," she said, her eyes shifting between my father and me, keenly examining our features to discern any familial resemblance. "I'll excuse you then."
“Yea, thank you very much.” I said and she left the room.
After she left, I approached my father, settling into the small chair beside his bed and tenderly grasping his right hand. I wondered how things had gotten so bad. With all the money he seemed to have, one would expect him to receive proper medical care instead of letting things get this bad. Yesterday, my mum told me t
