Chapter 4

When I arrived at the hospital, Diego was already waiting for me at the entrance.

He was wearing a sharp, tailored suit, looking calm and elegant.

A mature and wise aura radiated from him. He was completely different from the cold, quiet boy in my memory.

"Thank you for coming."

"Yeah." Still a man of few words. That hadn't changed.

"It's cold out here." He took off his coat and draped it over my shoulders. It was a natural, effortless gesture, and his tone was casual.

"Thanks."

I pulled the oversized coat tighter around me. A wave of warmth spread through my body, chasing away the chill.

When we walked into the room, my dad was already struggling to breathe.

As soon as he heard I was there, he struggled to sit up. His mind suddenly became incredibly sharp. He grabbed my hand with trembling fingers and began to tell me his final wishes.

No matter what he said, I just kept nodding.

But when he expressed his deep regret that he wouldn't be able to see my formal wedding ceremony, I couldn't hold it in anymore. I buried my face in my hands and sobbed.

Diego gently patted my shoulder to comfort me.

My dad’s attention immediately shifted to him. He pulled Diego's hand and placed it on the back of mine.

"You two... you have to be good to each other. Take good care... of Sophie..."

After doing this, my dad seemed to have used up all his strength. He collapsed back onto the bed, gasping for air.

My mom choked back tears as she helped pat his chest. "We know, George knows."

But my dad rasped, "You... you're confused. This is Diego, not... George."

"I said, I want my girl and Diego to be happy together..."

My mom froze.

Diego spoke up, "Don't worry, sir. I will take great care of Sophie."

Hearing this, my dad nodded, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.

But before that smile could fully fade, his head fell to the side.