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With that thought in mind, Caitlin sighed and dragged Joyce outside.
Joyce glanced at her mother, feeling as though the latter had something in mind but was
keeping silent.
Still, the younger woman said nothing, for she knew Caitlin wouldn't talk about it.
Soon, the two headed to the hospital by car.
Jonathan was sitting on a bench outside Stanley's room and having a smoke, looking
exhausted and frail.
Joyce felt her nose burn at the sight of her father, and her eyes reddened.
She knew the man wasn't young anymore, but he appeared much older than she had
imagined.
Her father, who was only slightly over fifty years old, now looked to be in his sixties or
seventies. In fact, some sixty-year-old men didn't even look this old.
Moreover, while her mother's condition wasn't as bad as her father's, she still looked older
than most women her age.
Why is this happening? They shouldn't look this frail. They should be living carefreely and
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇthappily like Nat's mom. Even if they can't be just like her, they should at least get to take
it easier and let me look after them.
Alas, instead of taking it easy or enjoying life under their daughter's care, they now had to
share her burdens.
I'm a horrible daughter. Sensing the guilt coming from her daughter, Caitlin turned around.
“What's wrong, Joyce?”
The younger woman sniffed and shook her head. “I'm fine, Mom. Something flew into my
eye.”
If she were to tell them how guilty she felt, they would surely comfort her instead.
Seeing Joyce remain silent about it, Caitlin sighed and tugged her along while walking over
to Jonathan.
“Jon,” the older woman called out.
The man snapped out of his daze and forced a smile amid the cloud of smoke upon seeing
them. “You're both here.”
Caitlin shot a glance at the ward next to him. “He's in there?”
Jonathan's smile faded instantly. “Yeah.”
“How is he doing? Has he woken up?” Caitlin sat down next to him and asked.
Joyce took a seat next to her mother.
Remembering that his daughter was pregnant, Jonathan hurriedly stubbed out his
cigarette and tossed it into the bin next to him. “He's okay. He's doing just fine, but he
hasn't woken up.”
Caitlin sighed. “Then I guess we'll have to wait.”
“Wait for what?” Jonathan turned to her.
Choosing not to hide her thoughts, the woman shared her concerns about Stanley possibly
suing Jonathan and sending him behind bars.
The man's expression froze as he heard that.
The man's expression froze as he heard that.
Evidently, he hadn't thought this far.
Back then, he was so overcome by rage that he spared no mercy for the man who had
hurt his family all these years. Unfortunately, he failed to consider the consequences of
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmhis actions.
At the thought of this, Jonathan smiled in defeat. “Oh, well. I already did it, and I hurt him
really bad. There's no point regretting now, so if he wants to sue me, I'll have no choice
but to do time.”
“No!” Caitlin disagreed immediately.
Joyce nodded. “You can't go to jail, Dad!”
“She's right. We can't let that happen no matter what.” Caitlin had never looked this stern.
He's the head of the family! What will we do if he goes to jail?
Who will protect our family then?
On the other hand, she wasn't the breadwinner, so the family would still manage without
her.
We can't lose him. Who's going to protect Joyce if not him?
Jonathan gazed at his austere-looking wife and wanted to say something, but he
ultimately didn't.
“Listen to me, Jon,” Caitlin added. “You cannot go to prison, so don't even think about
letting it happen.”
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