Chapter 142: Regrets

Anita was sitting by Michael's bed at the hospital, massaging his hand and crying. Alexander was sitting on a chair close to them.

Michael woke up a few hours later to see Anita hovering over him with tears in her eyes. His eyes moved around the hospital room, trying to recognize where he was.

"Dad?" Anita quickly called as soon as she noticed her father had moved his fingers.

"My dear..." Michael spoke, looking at Anita tenderly. His lips stretched into a small smile as he saw her sitting close to him. "Anita."

Anita's eyes were fixed on Michael worriedly, and her hands took his hand in hers. "Thank God you are awake, Dad. For a moment, I was. I was scared that I lost you too."

"I'm here, my dear," Michael whispered, trying to sit up, and Anita leaned forward to hug her father for the first time in the last few years.

"What happened to me? Why am I here?" he asked.

Alexander quickly went out to call the doctor to come and take a look at Michael. He arrived together with the doctor.

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