Medical Center.
Hospital room.
"I promise you, I'm not the kind of bastard you think I am."
Soldier King Military Doctor said this to Michael, the patient who had just finished his CT scan.
"Then tell me, what kind of bastard are you?"
Michael asked, suppressing his anger.
There was no helping it.
His daughter deeply loved the bastard standing before him.
And his body was like this now. He could leave this world at any moment.
If this bastard could truly turn over a new leaf, then no matter how furious he was, he would only suppress his feelings and bless them.
"...A lot of things have changed."
Soldier King Military Doctor still did not answer directly.
It was not that he did not want to.
It was that he could not.
He had never had a suitable reason to begin with. It was fine to be vague and let others fill in the blanks.
But he simply could not spell it out clearly.
"You have to tell her eventually."
So he shifted the topic back to Michael hiding his condition from his daughter.
"We're talking about Beth."
Michael was exhausted. His worn-out body and mind left him without the strength to get angry anymore. He could only say helplessly, "Even when one of her students blows their nose, she worries about catching something.
"She's a sunny girl. She simply can't accept bad news. You should know that better than anyone.
"Maybe you don't love her anymore, so you can casually stand here and tell me that I should tell her this painful truth.
"But I've always loved her, and I always will. How could I bear to see her upset?"
"..."
Soldier King Military Doctor was immensely embarrassed.
He had once protected Beth just as fiercely.
He and