When they arrived at the hospital, Lincoln Green had already come out of the emergency room.
The old man, who had been so aggressive on the phone, now lay on the hospital bed, his face pale and lips blue. He looked at least five years older than the last time they saw him.
Upon seeing Abigail, Lincoln grumbled discontentedly, "You still dare to come?"
Then, seeing Brandon Piers walk in the next moment, Lincoln's expression turned even darker. "Do you really think having Master Brandon backing you means you can disregard me, your father?"
"Seems like you still have the strength to curse people." Abigail chuckled softly, sarcasm flickering in her eyes.
She wondered what kind of fatherly love could be hoped for from such a man.
What kind of good love could a selfish and foolish old man give her?
