Regret tore at his heart, making it agonizingly difficult for him to bear.
He wanted to apologize to Huifang, to clarify his true feelings, to beg her to forgive him!
Rong Father stood up but suddenly his head throbbed with piercing pain.
He hurriedly sat back down, shook his head, and after a while of adjusting, the pain subsided.
It was already dark; he pushed open the door and entered the bedroom, saw that Huifang had gone to bed and so he decided not to disturb her for now.
They could talk tomorrow.
Rong Father quietly went to take a shower in the bathroom and then laid down beside her.
Huifang had her back to him, her long hair draped down; without any effort, Rong Father could spot a few strands of white amidst her black hair.
Suddenly, his throat constricted and the corners of his eyes grew warm.
When she married him, she was a young and beautiful heiress. Although she grew up in an affluent family, her character was not spoiled in the slightest.
After marrying into the Rong Family, she had always taken meticulous care of him and his father, managing this household in perfect order.
Over the years, her work had been without fault, providing him with prestige both at home and in public.
Her assertiveness was because of her unique position; she had to be strong.
He should not have been discontent with her, should not have hurt her...
Rong Father truly regretted it so much that it was as if his insides were turning blue. He sighed, turned off the bedside lamp, and quietly went to sleep.
He thought to himself that he must reconcile with her tomorrow, and from then on, he would be wholeheartedly devoted to her, never to hurt her again.
Without Huifang, this place couldn’t really be called home.
It was her presence that made this house warmer and filled with a sense of humanity.
He couldn’t lose her, nor could he lose this home.
Rong Father had many thoughts, imagining a harmonious family full of joy; he couldn’t help but smile.
He smiled until he fell asleep.
Unsure how long he had slept for, in a daze, he felt an unbearable pain in his head and couldn’t help groaning.
Huifang opened her eyes at the sound of Rong Father’s pained voice; immediately sitting up, she switched on the bedside lamp.
Seeing him in such pain that his face turned pale, she panicked, pushing him anxiously, "Husband, what’s wrong with you? Don’t scare me, what happened?"
Rong Father didn’t answer her; the pain was too severe, his expression terrifying.
Huifang trembled all over, the fear in her eyes growing larger. She stumbled out of bed to open the door, her voice breaking as she loudly called for help, "Someone come quick, come quickly!"
Rong Shaoze had been in the hospital for five days and was agitated enough to consider leaving.
He decided he would be discharged the next day; everything was packed, ready for departure at the crack of dawn.
He disliked the hospital, despised lying in a hospital bed, which only served to remind him of his own vulnerabilities, his uselessness.
At the break of day, he received a call from home informing him that Rong Father had suffered a sudden cerebral hemorrhage last night and had been hospitalized. But they’d managed to revive him in time, and for the moment, he was out of danger.
Rong Shaoze’s expression darkened; after hanging up, he took Lin Xinlan and rushed to the airport.
She could sense the heavy mood attending the news of Rong Father’s incident.
All the way there, Rong Shaoze remained silent, his lips tightly pursed, his eyes dark and brooding, as if weighed down by heavy thoughts.
Xinlan couldn’t help but comfort him, softly saying, "Didn’t they say Master Rong is alright now? Don’t worry too much; he won’t be in danger."
Rong Shaoze looked at her, saw the concern in her eyes, and suddenly felt that having someone by his side was quite nice, and the feeling of being comforted was very warm.
He took her hand, held it gently, and gave her a slight smile.