Devoted To You

She did not know how long she slept, only felt that she had a long dream.

Not so much happened, not so many people were involved, there was only her, who gave birth to a beautiful daughter.

The family was sitting together in harmony and happiness, and her mother had not died and was still by her side.

The dream was so good that she woke up without dreaming of what was to follow. The autumn breeze blew the fallen leaves and the birds chirped outside, and she finally opened her eyes from the dream.

The sunset outside the room was dim. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and then she immediately got up from the bed. A tingling pain came from the back of her hand, and she looked at it, still with the needle inserted.

There was no one here, and the corridor outside was unusually quiet, so quiet that she thought it had come to an end.

She slipped on her slippers and slowly moved to the door. The needle was ripped out of her hand and the white tape sealed the needle.

Susan wanted to see her father, and when that door opened, she heard a distant clamor. She slipped on her shoes and limped elsewhere.

Passing by quite a few rooms, she looked the door number over and over, then mentally recited the number.

She finally saw it at the end of the hallway. She secretly suppressed the excitement in her heart and pushed the door open, only the curtains were swept by the wind inside, and the bed was empty.

The smile on Susan’s face collapsed as she looked inside and slowly walked in.

The bed was neatly laid out, there was nothing extra in the room, it was how it should be.

She stood naively by the bed, a bit overwhelmed by this situation.

How long she had slept, she thought with a crooked head. She couldn’t figure it out, so she walked out of the room and hurried over to the nurse’s station to ask again.

“Where is the patient in Room 304?”Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

The nurse looked up, gave her a look, and reached over to bring the logbook.

“Just a moment.” She flipped that open and looked in a few places before looking up and saying flatly, “He died the day before yesterday and has been picked up by his family to deal with the aftermath. Are you a member of his family?”

Susan paused as something in her head seemed to suddenly explode, and she nearly fell to the ground as she held onto the wall next to her.

Even her father was gone, the last of her family had left her after all, Susan leaned against the wall and fell to the floor, the nurse came out and tried to help her.

“Which ward are you from, I’ll take you back.” She reached out and Susan dodged her hand.

The nurse didn’t get angry, just said calmly, “Sorry for your loss, it’s your body that gets hurt when you’re sad.”

She looked up and suddenly thought of something, holding the wall slowly forward. The nurse thought she had figured it out and wanted to go back to her room, so she didn’t stop her.

Susan used all her strength and ran until she couldn’t run anymore until she could only hold on to something and walk forward.

All this way, she did not stop.

When she returned home, she looked up with difficulty at the house in front of her. There were white flowers piled up in the yard and the sound of a priest in the house.

Susan pushed the iron door open with trembling hands and slowly walked in.

After the iron door is the wooden door, she pushed the door open, into the eyes of the black crowd.

Susan stopped, and only then did she finally believe that her father had really left.

There were many people sitting in the room, as well as the priest who had been invited, and the haunting music of grief.

Susan burst in, the last funeral had been her sister Karen’s, but now it was her father’s.

“You bitch, you’re a scourge, it’s not enough that you got your sister killed now you’ve come to get your father killed, he’s your father!” Mrs. Gray came out of nowhere.

She looked like an evil spirit, her sharp nails wanting to dig into her flesh.

Susan did not resist and quietly looked at the woman in front of her. She seemed sad, but why would she be so sad …

All eyes were on her, but it didn’t matter anymore. She turned a blind eye to it and only looked fixedly at the picture of her father.

She wondered if that man would regret giving birth to herself, killing himself, and killing Karen, who had nothing to do with her.

Susan took a step forward, wanting to look and pray. But before she could get close, Mrs. Gray ran over and blocked it.

“What do you want!” She questioned in a shrill voice, the wary gaze making Susan feel a little prickly.

“To see my father, I want to take one last look.” She never took her eyes off the picture as she spoke, and her eyes were sore.

Mrs. Gray gave her a strong push and said angrily, “Your father was killed by you, the star of death, and you want to give him no peace again. Get out of here, there will be no more Susan in the Gray family, and you are not a Gray family member anymore, get out!”

She was pushed out and didn’t struggle much along the way.

“Let me take a look.” She looked at the woman in front of her supplicatingly, not making any struggle, only whispering, “Just one look, just let me see him off one last time.”