Chapter 167. Apologies

Ellie's POV

Catching the sight of my father on his sick bed paralyzed me on this spot for minutes. My limbs went numb the moment I ambled in. All the cells of my body died minutes ago when I caught sight of his pale, weary face. I am unable to mumble a word, and the only thing speaking for me are the tears flowing freely from my eyes.

At least he is not connected to the tubes, but he is so worryingly pale. He looks so defeated by pain. He looks like the pain has taken a toll on him and sucked all the energy from him, rendering him helpless to battle this agony.

I shuffle my feet to his bed, albeit with so much grief in my heart. I drag a chair and recline beside him. I take his hand and clasp it into mine. I kiss it, and he stiffens but doesn't peel his eyes. I lay on his chest, pleading with God to have mercy on my poor father's soul. For my father to look like this, he must be dealing with a lot. He looks completely withered. The battle is too to