Chapter 1517 - 1532: Only Two or Three Months Left

Chapter 1517: Chapter 1532: Only Two or Three Months Left

"Sis, even if Mom went a bit overboard with you, Dad really does love you. It’s just that Mom is too overbearing at home, so it makes it seem... " An Sicheng paused, then went on, "Dad is sick, seriously sick. I came to Nan’an this time because of his illness. He’s at Shengde Hospital right now, and he really misses you. Could you go see him?"

At this point, An Sicheng’s eyes turned red.

When he found out his father had liver cancer, he felt as if the sky was falling.

Ever since he was a child, his parents had doted on him endlessly. He never had to worry about anything at home; his father single-handedly supported the company so he could attend the best schools.

But now his father was sick, and the doctor had clearly told them that he didn’t have much time left.

It took him a full two days to accept this news. Now that his father had fallen, he had to support this family in his place, and also fulfill the wishes his father had left undone.

And the two people his father couldn’t stop worrying about were his two older daughters.

When he said he wanted to see his eldest sister, he came to Nan’an University without a second thought. He hadn’t expected that her resentment toward their father would run so deep.

An Ran didn’t look into An Sicheng’s eyes; she turned her head to gaze out the window.

People streamed along the roadside, one youthful, lively face after another, but her heart had long since gone cold.

"Sis, Dad might only have two or three months left." An Sicheng spoke again. His voice wasn’t loud, but An Ran, sitting across from him, heard every word clearly.

"Smack—"

The teacup in her hand crashed onto the table. In a fluster, An Ran grabbed some tissues to stop the spreading liquid before it reached the edge of the table. Her eyes widened in shock at An Sicheng, her fine eyebrows knitting slightly.

"Two or three months? Wasn’t it half a year?"

After she spoke, she let out a self-mocking laugh. What difference was there between two or three months and half a year? Just a few extra months of life at most. So she did care, after all.

An Sicheng hadn’t expected An Ran to know about An Youcai’s illness. Back then their parents had told him clearly that An Ran didn’t know their father was sick. Although he had no idea how she’d found out, a flicker of hope flared in his heart.

So his eldest sister had been paying attention to the family all along, paying attention to their father.

He knew it—how could his big sister suddenly turn cold-blooded and heartless?

"At first the doctor said that with active treatment he’d have at least six months, but Dad was afraid we’d all be upset, so he never told us. Not until that day when he argued with Mom over Second Sis and suddenly fainted—after they rushed him to the hospital, they discovered the cancer cells had started spreading faster. Then Second Sis went missing, and we haven’t been able to reach her at all. Dad’s gotten even more anxious. You know this illness can’t stand worry and strain, but with no news of Second Sis, how could he possibly rest and focus on getting better?"

Now that he knew where An Ran stood, An Sicheng’s misgivings vanished, and he began telling her about how An Youcai had been doing lately.

He’d gone over these words again and again on his way here. Even when he saw An Ran, he still didn’t know whether he should say them. Now that he had, it felt as if a stone had been lifted from his chest, leaving him indescribably light.

An Ran was slightly taken aback. She knew about An Sijia’s disappearance a while back, but she hadn’t realized she still hadn’t returned.

"Sis, go see Dad. I can tell he really misses you, really wants to see you. Second Sis isn’t around now, and we don’t even know if he’ll get to lay eyes on her one last time. If you don’t go to see him either, he won’t be able to die in peace."