Artie Shen knew for a fact that her father's hands were the steadiest. Even if he hadn't held her for a long time, she knew the kind of dependence she could get even from just relying on those hands for strength.
To see it shake like that made her heart race in terror.
A pair of dainty hands suddenly held onto them, and the scene immediately changed before Artie's eyes. She twitched when she realized that they were suddenly in a VIP hospital ward. She was seated on the bed, and her father was in a wheelchair.
On his arm were IV drips, and a nurse was holding onto his outstretched hand. His face had turned ugly and old like a decaying ancient tree, and his lips shook as if he was trying to say something.
"Artie… why won't you come home?"
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