David gazed at the young lady. Her eyes were red from all the crying, and her voice was trembling.

She used to be the child he loved so much.

"Dad, I'm so glad that you're fine. You don't know how worried I was these days!" Jacqueline cried next to the bed only to receive zero response.

She felt weird. "Dad…"

Tory suppressed the surging hatred in him. "Jacqueline, Dad is still feeling weak." That was the calmest possible voice he could make.

"Get a good rest, Dad. Don't worry about anything