Chapter 173

WORRYING SENTIMENTS
I plant my feet on the floor, dropping my head down to look at my father after giving him his medicines and tucking him under the duvet. It pains me to admit, but the man before me is not looking very well at all. I thought he was okay and strong this morning, but maybe my desire to please him blinded me. Then again, what choice did I have? He wanted the dinner to happen as quickly as possible, and knowing him, convincing him otherwise would have been all in vain.
"What is worrying my daughter this much?" He faintly mumbles his usually cold and strict tone, now so worryingly soft and faint.