Chapter 8
Chloe rushed to the hospital room but hesitated at the entrance. Inside, her mother lay with closed eyes, hooked up to a breathing machine. Henry, with his back turned to her, was adjusting the IV drip.
Chloe could hardly believe the figure in the room was her own father. The last time they met, he was still vibrant. Despite being deceived by friends and plummeting into a deep abyss overnight due to bankruptcy, he remained indomitable.
However, the current sight of her father, with a head full of silver hair and shoulders weakened as if on the verge of collapse, was a stark contrast. Hunched over in a chair, he held his wife's hand tightly, his face filled with reluctance.
As a breeze came through the window, Henry gently brushed away the stray strands of hair from his wife's forehead, displaying a tender touch. Chloe didn't know how she managed to enter the room. She gazed at her father's frail figure, called out, "Dad."