At 7 p.m., Travis was in the hospital run by his father and mother. He walked down the corridor towards his father's room, his gaze was flat and he didn't even respond to the doctor or nurse who greeted him.
'If he won't listen to me anymore, if he still won't accept Phoebe, this might be the last time I beg him,' Travis thought filled with hatred for his father. he couldn't deny that today he couldn't concentrate on the patient because he kept thinking about Phoebe who was starting to get moody again today.
"Travis."
Travis turned to see his mother coming toward him from the other direction.
"Mom," he greeted.
"You came here alone?" Daniela asked.
Travis nodded his head. "Today Phoebe came back gloomy because she was sad because when our child was born, we were not married and we had not received the blessing of dad. I will try to talk to him ... If he doesn't change his mind, maybe I won't beg again," he said.
