"Mom, it's in the past."
"Yes, but this time, I want to make a better decision in my life." She smiled but it just made me confused. "I want us to become a complete family. I want to show your Dad that he is not alone and he still have us during this darkest hour of his life. And if it's not too much to ask, I hope you would also forgive him. So when the time comes that he will finally say goodbye...."
She didn't have the opportunity to complete her statement as she was already bursting into sobs.
"Mommy..." I immediately pulled her and hugged her tightly.
"We will find a way to cure his illness, Mom." I said rubbing her back. I'm not sure if those words were for her or just for myself.
"We can't do anything for him, Belle. It's already a fourth-stage lung cancer and his doctor said he's lucky if he still has four months to live. The only thing we can do for now is to pray and stay on his side."
"What?" My eyes widened and my heart began to pound inside. "But he said he still has five months---"
"He only said those things because he doesn't want you to know the truth, that any moment during sleep he is afraid that of not being able to wake up again."
"Ahggg!" I covered my mouth as the loud and painful sobs started to break out of my lips. It hurts that it almost ripping my throat and cut my heart into pieces. "Does Steven knows----"
"No." She shook her head. "I don't know how to tell him."
I just shook my head and closed my eyes as I can longer take the pain and misery that shows in my mother's eyes. I know that the pain I feel right now is just half of what she feels inside.
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Daniel's POV:
"What the hell is this, Daniel?"
I put down the bottle of beer and looked at Andrew who screamed the moment he entered my office.
"What is happening to you? Since when did you learn to drink inside your office?" And he took the bottle from my hand.
"What are you doing?" I asked, glaring at him.
"Huh! I should be the one asking you that fucking question, Daniel Kelley! What are you doing? Why are you drinking at this early hour?" He checked the time from his wristwatch. "For heaven sake, it's only 9:00 am and seriously, inside your office? What is happening to you, man?"
"Mind your own business and give me that fucking bottle!"
"No! You already had four bottles!"
"I said mind your own business! If not, go back to your office and cancel all my appointments for today!" I slammed my hands on the table but he just stared at me as if I had grown into two heads.
"Ahh... so you want this beer."
He said not in a form of question but in a statement before rushing to the bathroom. And after a few seconds, he came back with an empty bottle.
"What the fuck, Andrew!" I yelled, forming my fists, but he just remained calm and sat on the couch in front of my desk.
"Yeah, what the fuck!" He repeats himself as he shakes his head, sneering. "Do you want to punch me? Come here, punch me for emptying your bottles of beer!"
I closed my eyes and leaned back in my seat. I didn't notice that he got up and stood in front of me.
"What happened?"
I opened my eyes and breathe the heaviest sigh I have in me. Seconds later, I dropped my head on my hands resting on the table.
"You're right, Andrew. I fucked up!"
"What do you mean?"
"I misjudged her. That fucking Joseph De Lucca tried to rape her almost seven years ago! She was stating the truth all this time but I messed up everything."
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