Show's Over, Love's Over
On the day I get discharged from the psychiatric hospital, my wife, Lisseth Gabler, speaks up all of a sudden.
"When your mom was struck and killed by Donny's car, I was the one who hired a lawyer to defend him."
My dad—the most elite doctor in the city—is still driving as he adds coolly, "I was the one who personally forged your mental illness records."
Throughout the three-year torture I've received in the psychiatric hospital, I keep recalling the tragic way my mom died when she was struck by Donny Kaufman's car all the time.
Meanwhile, my own wife chooses to defend him, whereas my own father has me admitted into a psychiatric hospital.
I do my best not to collapse from the sheer shock. In a quivering tone, I ask, "Why?"
Dad averts his gaze. Lisseth is the one who answers my question nonchalantly.
"It's simple. You have everything. It's pitiful enough for Donny to be labelled as the illegitimate son. Now, I'm giving you two choices. Either patch things up with Donny, or stay in the psychiatric hospital for the rest of your life."