“Dad, could you stop talking like that, you’ll get through the surgery, ok?” Theresa was not liking the way Edward was talking to her.
“Kid, promise me. For me,” Edward was serious.
“Fine, fine, just stop talking like that, you are making me nervous,” She said.
“You promised ok,” Edward repeated.
“Yes fine. This should be one of your schemes in blackmailing me and not some stupid premonition, ok?” She was starting to get nervous and she was about to start to cry.
“Yes, I am blackmailing you,” Edward finally smiled. “I have high hopes for tomorrow’s operation. I just want you to give your Mom a chance.” Edward replied as he began to caress the back of Theresa’s head.
“Promise me dad, you’ll live long, ok. I need you to take care of my kids when I am busy at the hospital, or when my h
