Chapter 3 3

I exhaled so deeply and glanced at my phone, which kept ringing on the table. I put my glasses on the table and answered the call. It's my brother calling. What's he up to again?

"Yes?" I started our conversation. I heard that he was breathing so deeply on the other line. What's the matter with him?

"Come here. It's about father," he said, making me weak and nervous on the spot. Damn!

I hurriedly turned off my phone and immediately grabbed my things and bags. The nervousness and fear in my heart are still not subsiding because of my brother's short words. I don't want anything bad to happen to my dad. I was in a hurry to leave the company, even though I still had a lot to finish and do. And I won't let anything bad happen to my dad either. I took long steps to make it easier for me to get to my mansion, where Daddy is staying now. I almost ignored the calls of the people around me because my mind was in a mess.

When I got inside our mansion, Brother Reynard greeted me.

"Brother!" I feel weak when I see my brother.

"He's okay by now and resting in his room," he said, which makes me feel relief. Thank God that he's okay now. "I don't tell him that you're going to be here. You should go to his room," he added, half smiling at me.

"Thanks, brother," I said. He shrugged at what I'd said and left me alone in the living area.

When my brother left. It was only there that I had the chance to visit Daddy in his room. Somehow I'm still reassured because he's okay and nothing bad happened to him. I slowly opened the door to his room. The first time I saw him lying on the bed, my heart felt weak and constricted. He was lying on the bed, and I had attached something to his body. He looked so weak and pale the last time I saw him. His skin was pale, and he looked so much older. My father was diagnosed with stage 3 stomach cancer. He always goes to the hospital because his stomach hurts, and he screams in pain when it hurts. There is nothing we can do but continue the medication inside the mansion. We hire a private maid to check on and take care of my father, and somehow he won't have trouble going to the hospital when his stomach hurts.

The corners of my eyes started to warm as I looked at Daddy lying on the bed and fainting. I want to hug him and caress him, but I'm just holding myself back. I don't want to wake him up and disturb him when he's sleeping. I pity him! I know how much he hates me and rejects me again and again.

"What are you doing here?" It's tough when he says it. But damn! It kills me when he talks like that to me. I go back to reality and look at the bed. My father was sitting and looking at me.

"I'm here because I'm worried." I tried to lighten the atmosphere between the two of us. I slowly walked to his place. I want to see him and get close.

"I don't need you! Who said you could come and set foot in my house?" He yelled at me in anger. I feel like something is blocking my heart and throat. Damn! It hurts.

I looked up to stop the tears from falling from my eyes. Why is that? Why am I still affected and hurt? I thought I could swallow and accept the hurtful things he was saying to me. Not yet! I still can't!

"No one. I want to visit you just to find out how you are doing. I don't see any reason for not coming over and getting worried about you," I said. I'm even more weak because I can't even read any emotions in his face.

"Now you know. Maybe it will go away! get out! And don't ever come here again!" he hissed again, which made my heart break. Damn! "I don't want to see your face again! You hear me? I do, despite you! Now, get out!" he yelled at me again.

I face him again with a poker face, even if I'm dying inside. I want to cry! I want to be nothing. But I'm just fighting. I don't want to show that I'm still weak.

"No, daddy. I will come back and keep coming back here to take care of you and watch over you. Even if you reject me and hurt me again and again, I will never get tired of coming back here." Something stuck in my throat. Tears started to fall from my eyes.

"I want to make it up to you. Because I know that I have done many and big sins to you before. But please, just let me take care of you even if you hate me that much." I paused. Tears are still flowing from my eyes.

What a pain! After all these years, he still hasn't forgiven me for the mistake I made before, and I'm still suffering and crying.

"I don't want you to forgive me! I only wished that you would accept it, even if it was just a pretense! I want to make it up to you, Daddy, because I know that I have fallen behind you a lot. Because that's the only time I can show how much I regret and suffer for the mistake I made!" I said. I don't care if I am pitiful in front of him.

I now looked at Daddy, who was still silent while watching me. I smiled at him even though I was feeling so heavy.

"I'm sorry. I'll be back tomorrow," I said, wiping my tears. I still haven't gotten an answer or expression from him. I started walking to leave him in the room.

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