Sure enough, it was not long before the sound of Hunter’s struggling curses came from outside.

“Let me go, you dogs! Let me go! I’m going in there to curse that unfilial daughter of mine!”

Hunter even hurled insults at the hospital security guards.

His shouts gradually faded into the distance and the hallway outside the ward returned to silence.

Two nurses came in to change Caroline’s dressing.

As they worked, one of them remarked, “Ms. Fisher, your father comes here every day to yell at you, and you just let him.”

“He’s my dad. I refuse to see him, and he’s already furious. Letting him vent a little is better than letting him work himself up to the point of spitting blood or having a stroke—that would just make things worse for me too.

“It’s better for him to let out his anger.”

The two nurses could not say anything in reply to that.

“Ms. Fisher, your wound is healing quite well,” said the nurse changing Caroline’s bandages.

After removing the old dressing and examining the