Chapter 8

After the transfer, my father underwent a brain chip implant and gradually regained his ability to care for himself.

However, he still needed my constant attention and care.

I often felt that if I hadn't been so naive, my father wouldn't have suffered such a terrible ordeal.

The doctor, seeing how carefully I helped my father even take a sip of water, teased me, saying that a daughter as devoted as me would be hard to find even with a searchlight.

I smiled softly, remembering how my mother had passed away early, and how my father had shielded me from so many hardships when I was young.

Even when I grew up and stubbornly insisted on marrying Fintan, though he disagreed, he still gave me his support.

He even became a vegetative patient while protecting me from disaster.

After hearing my story, the hospital director was moved to tears.