"Dad! Time for your medicine!" Shao Meirou carried a bowl of brown herbal soup to the bedside.
"Okay!" Shao Chengzhi's hoarse voice responded, and then he slowly sat up.
Shao Meirou hurriedly placed the medicine bowl on the bedside table and helped support his back.
After Shao Chengzhi had finished the medicine, a glimpse of guilt flashed in Shao Meirou's eyes, and she asked with concern, "Dad! Do you feel a bit better?"
Shao Chengzhi coughed twice before saying, "A bit better!"
"Dad! It's all my fault! If it weren't for my issues, you wouldn't have gotten so upset!" Shao Meirou was filled with self-reproach.
She wanted her elderly father to support and decide for her without considering his health.
What angered her even more was Lu Pengcheng, who, for some unknown reason, was adamant about getting a divorce no matter what!
