Chapter - [ 22 ]

[ Claire ]

We sat quietly on the chairs inside Thomas’ room. He was resting on his bed with closed eyes. He looked really sick and it made us worried. He had only shown me affection and if he dies, I’ll definitely lose a father figure in my life.

“Claire, Tristan.” He slowly opened his eyes and looked at us.

“Dad, please, rest. We can talk tomorrow.’ Tristan held his hand gently and massaged it.

“I am fine, son. Don’t be panicked. I am just sleepy because doctors gave me heavy meds.” He smiled weakly.

“Still, Dad. We want you to be fine so we can have a great weekend together.” I said while trying my best to smile warmly at him.

“Come here.” He signalled me to hold his other hand and I wasted no time in grabbing his other hand and patted it gently.

“I am so happy to see my complete family. I want nothing more from this life.” He said.

“Dad, I want to throw a party but if your health allows. I want every rumour about our family to be cleared since our society always gets excited for be