"Look at the state you’re in! Do you think you can handle it?" Stanley Batton asked with a sad look in his eyes. "I know you feel awful. I feel the same way, but please, wait for one night. Once your wound recovers a little, I’ll take you to your father, all right?”
The doctor had left strict instructions for Xyla Quest to remain in bed as it was only the first day after her cesarean delivery.
Besides, the wound on her stomach had just been torn and sewn back a while ago.
How could he let Xyla get hurt?
Seeing her like this already made him sad.
He would do anything for Xyla to be happy except for what she was asking for right now.
She glanced at Stanley with a hopeless gaze. “Honey, my heart hurts. I just want to see my father right now.”
At that moment, she wished she had a pair of wings to fly to his side.
Xyla knew she shouldn’t be moving around at all, but she couldn't control herself.
Her stitches were still fresh, so too many movements could cause another tear.
However, she still wanted to see her father.
Intense sadness was overflowing from inside her, like a tsunami that consumed her entire body. She could hardly breathe.
Xyla couldn’t accept what was happening.
“I thought my father would live for a long time, perhaps another decade or two by my side. I kept thinking we had a lot of time left. That’s why I didn’t visit him every day despite living nearby.
“I always thought I still had a lot of time to see him in the future, but now I realize there isn’t that much time after all.
“Some people might be in front of you one second and be gone from this world the next. If I could go back in time, I’d go home to see him each day. I’d ask him how he was doing all the time.
“I wouldn’t neglect him because of work,” Xyla uttered.
She wanted to do so many things for her father, but he was no longer around.
That was the most depressing thing in the world.
Life was truly fragile.
Some people could leave forever when one's not paying attention.
Stanley’s eyes filled with tears again when he heard this.
Kneeling on one knee, he tenderly held her face. “Come on, don’t think so much. You’ve done your best. You’ve been good to your father.
“You just didn’t get to spend as much time with him as you wanted because of your busy work schedule,” he told her in a comforting tone.
At that moment, he was worried she might collapse as he could feel how fragile she was.
Meanwhile, Sharon Lindt was so fearful that her face turned pale.
She treated Xyla like her biological daughter, so when she was feeling sad, Sharon felt sad too.
Yaksha seemed equally concerned.
“In that case, will you take me to my father tomorrow?” Xyla asked.
Stanley nodded slowly. “Yes, I will.”
“Stan, Xyla won’t be able to go tomorrow either,” Sharon spoke up.
“I’ll find a way.”
Sharon nodded silently, wondering what on earth was going on.
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