Finally, Alexander left with Bailey.
Smith, on the other hand, hurried into the ward to see Robert.
"Dad, I'm here to see you. How are you? Are you okay?" Smith asked in a flattering tone as soon as he entered the ward, walking over to Robert's bed.
"How dare you show your face here?" Robert barked as soon as he saw his disappointment of a son.
Arranging his features into a pitiful look, Smith begged, "Dad, no matter what, you're still my dad. How could I not come to see you after hearing that you were sick? I know you are still being angry with me. It was really my fault. But please, forgive me just this once."
Robert's blood pressure seemed to rise, and his whole face reddened with anger. "Forgive you just this once? You buffoon, how many times have I cleaned up your mess for you? Can you even count them with two hands?"
"That's not true! Did Alexander say something to you again?" Smith retorted loudly.
