What I Wish You Knew | ꪜ

Chapter Thirty Three

33. Forgiveness.

Parker's POV

Jingyi barges into my room, and finally, for the first time in years, he wore something other than a freaking suit. Sometimes I wondered to myself if the man slept, bathed and ate in the thing, it's a mystery I've finally solved.

"Come on, we have to go to the hospital again." He called out as he leaned against the frame of the door, his hands shoved down his pocket and I knew he was fumbling with something on the inside: his habit whenever he was nervous.

"You don't need to remind me," I mutter dryly as I slam my bathroom door shut behind me. I slip on my shoes, ignoring Jingyi's lingering gaze as I do so, then he says, "do you even care about father, Zan? Because we've been to the hospital the entire week and you've yet to shed one tear."

I flickered my eyes upwards and narrow them at him as my blood suddenly began to boil beneath my skin. Sure, the man is my father and yes he has fallen sick, but did he shed a tear when my mother was on her dying bed at that very same hospital? Did he shed a tear when I never got to say a proper goodbye to her?

Did he shed a tear when I tried climbing into her grave that day at her funeral, forcing over five people to pull me out because I refused to leave unless they buried me with her?

Did he shed a tear on her anniversary? No, he never did, he never cared for my mother, thus he never cared for me so I won't shed a tear. Don't get me wrong, I don't want my father to die but I'm not going to fake sympathy for the sake of him, my brother nor his wife.

I'm human, I have sympathy and empathy for everyone, but my father is making it incredibly hard to feel an ounce of remorse for him. "The fact that you asked me that question reminds me why I don't like you," I reply as I brush him out of the doorway on my way out. He sighed deeply and followed in suit behind me slowly.

I tumble down the marbled tiled stairs and into the grand foyer, ignoring Jingyi who followed silently. When we make it outside, I navigate my way towards my car, my eyes flickering towards Jingyi who was still following me. I freeze in my footsteps, my hands hovering over the handle of the door.

"What are you doing?"

"We're going to the hospital."

"Yeah I get that but why are you still following me?" I spat as I pivot on my heels to face him, my brows arched high. "I'm riding with you, Zan, end of story."

"Suicide mission, y-you're on a suicide mission, Jingyi. I will shove you out of the car whilst I'm driving. I admire your bravery," I seethed through my clenched teeth before unlocking the door and slipping into the driver's seat. He rolls his eyes and climbs into the passenger seat before slamming the door shut behind him.

"You talk a good game, but you're all bark no bite." He mumbled under his breath as he buckled on his seat belt. I ignore him, my grip on the steering wheel tightening as I pull out of the driveway. The car falls into a crippling silence and I only realized now how awkward it is to be alone with my brother.

We haven't spent any time with one another alone in a room for longer than two minutes and I'd only fire insults at him and he'd skillfully dodge them with words of wisdom. Now sitting here on a ten-minute drive to the hospital, I realized how out of touch we were.