Father chose to go out on a cloudy day.

During the lunch break, it is the most relaxed time in the inpatient department of the hospital.

Most of the patients are taking a nap, and those temporary caregivers also take the opportunity to rest for a while.

In the hospital's restroom, Father changed into the prepared

white coat and covered most of his face with a mask.

He slightly covered his forehead with his bangs and wore a pair of glasses.

His appearance was entirely different from usual.

I quietly followed Father to Yang Mengting's ward.

He peeked in and indeed found no one else inside.

Yang Mengting was lying motionless on the bed, seemingly asleep.

Father quickly walked over and looped a nylon rope from his pocket around Yang Mengting's neck.

He channeled all his strength into his arms, crossed his hands, and pulled hard in opposite directions.

Although I knew Father's plan in advance,

seeing this scene with my own eyes, I couldn't help but want to scream.

I quickly covered my mouth.

Yang Mengting didn't even have time to utter a sound before she stopped breathing.

Father looked at his work with satisfaction.

Three months of anxiety and irritability vanished without a trace in that instant.

At the same time, a chill ran down my spine.

If one day the letter mentions me, would Father kill me too?