Chapter 1235

Mr. Fay lay under the blanket, listening to Mrs. Fay’s conversation with the doctor outside. From the sound of it, Lydia could tell her father had injured his leg, but she didn’t dare pull back the blanket to see for herself.

Unconsciously, tears welled up in her eyes and began to soak the edge of the blanket. Lydia leaned against the hospital bed, overcome with guilt for her past stubbornness, for always defying her father. “Dad, I was wrong. I’ve really been so wrong.”

“Why are you crying? I’m not dead or crippled,” came a strong voice from above her.

Surprised, Lydia looked up to see her father, his face flushed with color.

He was still as stern as ever, his thick brows knitted together, looking as if he could find fault with her at any moment. But this time, Lydia felt no defiance.

Her eyes red from crying, she hugged her father tightly. “Dad, I’m so sorry I got here late.”

“It’s just a little earthquake,” Mr. Fay said, clearly flustered by her display of affection, unsure