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Chapter 1438 Go to Your Aunt's Place
The next morning, Beryl woke up amidst the doctor's rounds. Opening her eyes, Wallis was already sitting by the
bedside, taking care of Amir as he ate breakfast.
In a daze, Beryl called out, "Mom," but she was still half-asleep.
"You're awake." Wallis pointed to the eggs and bread on the table, "I bought breakfast for you. Wash up quickly and
eat these."
Knowing that she had been tired these days, Wallis couldn't bear to wake her up in the morning.
Beryl nodded and quickly freshened up before sitting down at the table and eating her breakfast.
Amir looked at the faint dark circles under his daughter's eyes, feeling distressed, and sighed deeply, "Wallis, I think
it's not a good idea for Beryl to stay in the hospital all the time. Why don't we let her go back to school and stay
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtthere for a while?"
Beryl had never lived in the school dormitory before, as she had been living off-campus for the convenience of her
part-time job.
Wallis had originally thought of that, but since she found out about Beryl's relationship with Marcellus, she no longer
felt at ease.
Seeing Beryl sleeping on such a small bed every day, she felt more distressed as a mother than anyone else. But
she would rather her daughter be tired and suffer a little than let her go down the wrong path.
"She didn't arrange for accommodation at her school's side, and besides, the dormitories have time restrictions, so
they don't allow entry late at night." Wallis didn't share her concerns about Marcellus with Amir, as she didn't want
him to worry unnecessarily.
Now, the most important thing was for him to focus on recovering.
Amir still couldn't rest assured, "Then let Beryl go to Freya's place temporarily?"
Hearing him say this, Wallis was the first to object, "It's already troublesome for Freya and her husband with you
staying in the hospital. Now you want Beryl to go over there..."
"Aren't we family? There's really no other way now," Amir insisted, "During the day, she'll be at school, and she can
eat in the cafeteria. It's just a matter of going over there to sleep at night. It's better than making do here. Or when
I get better, she'll be exhausted!"
Amir was anxious and may have choked on his words, suddenly starting to cough.
Beryl immediately rushed to the bedside, "Dad, I'm fine, don't worry."
"How can you be fine!" Amir really felt sorry for her. In his eyes, Beryl was still a child who hadn't grown up, "Don't
you want to go to your aunt's place?"
The topic suddenly shifted to her, and Beryl subconsciously glanced at Wallis's expression. She hesitated for a while
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmand couldn't figure out what to say, afraid that her parents would quarrel because of her.
In the end, Wallis couldn't bear it any longer and compromised, "All right, if you want her to go, then let her go. Just
talk nicely. There's no need to get so worked up. You're sick now. Don't you know not to get angry?"
Seeing her loosen her stance, Amir's emotions eased, "Beryl, you go to your aunt's place for a while tonight. When I
get better, you won't have to come to the hospital all the time."
"Got it, Dad," although Beryl didn't want to go in her heart, she obediently nodded, "Don't be angry. I'm still young,
and it's no big deal to run around a bit."
Seeing her daughter understanding, Amir Juliet still felt uneasy and guilty.
Not only was he unable to provide her with a comfortable material life, but he also had to let her take care of him.
As a man and a father, Amir felt guilty towards both of them.
At nearly fifty years old, he had lived a plain and honest life, not skilled at expressing himself or saying nice words.
He could only keep all these concerns to himself, anxious for the illness to recover quickly so as not to burden his
child further.