When Michael Linton drove to the hospital, from a distance he saw Fabian Holmes waiting at the entrance. He stopped the car next to Fabian Holmes.
The two people, inside and outside the car, seemed to be frozen in place. The person inside the car tilted his head to look at the person outside, while the person outside lowered his head, not daring to meet the eyes of the person inside.
After a long time, Michael Linton finally rolled down the car window and shouted to the person outside, "Get in the car!"
Although he knew that his sister was always difficult and headstrong, he still blamed his brother-in-law a little. If it wasn’t for this man’s infidelity, his sister wouldn’t have ended up like this.
She attempted suicide by slitting her wrists, and although she was resuscitated, if she hadn’t been, how would his elderly father bear it?
Fabian, aware of his own heavy guilt, got in the car without daring to breathe loudly. He simply stared quietly at the front windshield, waiting for the person next to him to reproach him.
"Rest assured, I’m not here to reproach you." Seeing Fabian’s ghostly look, Michael Linton glared at him with irritation, "You really are a failure. You haven’t been a good husband or a good father. As a man, achieving what you have, I have nothing to say."
He truly was out of words. He had already said enough before, but his brother-in-law remained unchanged. He really was speechless about his brother-in-law now.
Fabian looked at his brother-in-law. Although he knew his brother-in-law spoke the truth, he still felt a little defiant. He was unwilling deep down to admit that he had failed as a man.
However, hearing that his brother-in-law wasn’t here to reproach him, his anxious heart slowly settled.
"Don’t tell Dad and Easton them about your sister’s wrist-slitting. I don’t want them to worry." After a moment of silence, Fabian blurted out.
Michael Linton stared unblinkingly at Fabian, without making a sound for a long time. His gaze was so sharp that it made Fabian’s whole body feel creepy.
Just as Fabian was about to be overwhelmed by his gaze, Michael slowly spoke up: "What do you plan to do next? How do you want to handle my sister’s situation?"
The incident had already happened, but life had to go on. How they would live in the future was the key, and finding out who was right or wrong was meaningless now.
"...I haven’t figured it out yet."
Originally he planned to divorce, but after proposing it, it led to such a severe incident. Fabian now felt particularly confused and lost. He didn’t know what to do next.
Hearing Fabian’s words, Michael Linton sighed helplessly, "After tomorrow, I’ll have a good talk with my sister. You should also take the time to think carefully about what you both want to do in the future."
He couldn’t directly make any decisions for his sister. He could at least talk to her and offer some advice. However, he wasn’t sure if his sister would listen to his advice; he felt she was stuck in a dead end.
"Oh, right. Tomorrow, your sister definitely won’t make it. I can only wait until she wakes up tomorrow and then see how the situation is." Hearing Michael mention tomorrow, Fabian suddenly remembered that they hadn’t arranged tomorrow’s matters.
He couldn’t draw a conclusion just yet about whether they would make it tomorrow. He needed to wait until she woke up to decide.
Tonight, with such an unexpected incident, his nerves were tightly strung.