Victor rushed back to the city without stopping. He didn’t even have time to freshen up. Dust
clung to his clothes, his hands still bore the marks of labor, but none of it mattered now.
Despite everything… despite the distance between them, the harsh words, the quiet
disappointments his father was still his father.
And somewhere deep within, Victor still loved him.
His father had never truly hated him. He had only been disappointed… disappointed in the
choices Victor had made, in the life he had chosen.
Victor exhaled heavily as he reached the hospital.
Inside, he found Martin seated beside the bed.
At the sight of him, Martin stood up quickly.
“Victor… you’re here.
”
“Yes,
” Victor replied, moving closer.
“What happened?”
He took Martin’s place beside the bed, his eyes scan
