My mom refused to talk to me. My dad still didn't know what happened that day, so he blamed my mom.
I wiped his feet dry silently and didn't dare utter anything. I left his ward and stood outside by the door.
I wouldn't let anyone get near and gossip in front of my dad. I wouldn't go home at night and slept in the corridor.
Having kept guard in front of my father's ward for a few days, it was finally time for my father's operation. My mother and I stayed outside, but we weren't on talking terms.
Harlow brought my mother and I something to eat. But she pushed it away with a gloomy face.
I was hungry. I'd feel dizzy if I didn't eat. Compared with fainting outside, I'd rather eat.
As I ate, my mother's belligerent gaze followed me. She couldn't figure out what to blame me for in her hea
