Chapter 4

To increase the surgery's success rate, Dad didn't give me enough anesthesia.

I could even feel the scalpel slicing through my flesh and tissue.

It hurt so much.

When people are afraid, they instinctively call for the person they depend on most.

But just as the words left my mouth, I suddenly became coldly aware: I had no one left to turn to.

Dad, wearing a mask, glanced at me with a complex expression that finally settled into coldness. "You should have known."

My pupils dilated slightly. Hearing his words, I only found it laughable.

I said softly, "I'm sorry…