Don't wait until you regret it

Early the following morning, as David arrived at the company, his father was already waiting for him in the office.

Upon spotting his father, a subtle furrow formed on David's brow. "What brings you here? You should be resting at home until you've fully recovered," he advised.

David's father was seated at his desk, perusing a stack of documents. He looked up and flashed a warm smile. "If you won't go back, then I have to come to you."

David approached and gently guided his father to a well-lit spot on a nearby sofa, away from the sun's direct rays. He took a seat beside him and gestured toward the towering stacks of paperwork on the table. "You wouldn't believe how much work I have on my plate right now. I promise I'll head home as soon as I'm through with all of this."

David's father remained skeptical. "Are you truly swamped, or are you avoiding something? If you'd rather not face me, just say so. I won't pry into your affairs anymore. It's only going to strain our relationship furt