Chapter 169 I Don't Wanna Leave You Anymore
Quinn's POV
It felt like all my previous burdens had been lifted instantly.
Hearing the good news felt like a breath of fresh air, like the first rays of sunshine after winter.
"Are you serious?" I asked to confirm.
"I can't give false information or lie to the patient's family. So it's true," replied the nurse.
I reflexively turned around and hugged Grayson. I wanted him to feel how happy I was right now.
Grayson responded with an even tighter hug. "I knew this would happen. Now Dylan is safe, he will be back with us soon."
I nodded quickly in his arms. "That's right. Now there is hope. I can hope, right?"
"Of course, babe. Now everything is clear. Dylan will undergo surgery soon and recover," replied Grayson.
"Let's pray for the best for the patient. In that case, I'll excuse myself to take the next steps with the doctor. If you want to wait, you can go to the previous floor."
I let go of Grayson's hug and looked at the nurse. "Okay, ma'am. Once again, thank you so much for your hard work and that of the other medical staff."
"You're welcome. However, I also want to remind you that there are still two possibilities."
"We'll hope for the best," I replied quickly.
The point is, Dylan has now found a donor. For the next steps, I trust the medical staff here because they have treated Dylan before.
"Want to go there now?" asked Grayson.
I nodded without hesitation. "Let's wait there."
This time, I wanted to put my ego aside. I wasn't going to make a big deal about my father being there too.
My guess wasn't far off. My father's reaction when he saw us arrive was still as stiff as it had been in the parking lot earlier. He didn't say hello, but he didn't walk away either. He just sat there silently watching us arrive.
Meanwhile, I didn't care. I just sat down in an empty chair.
But it seemed different for Grayson because he looked uncomfortable. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him looking at me and my father alternately.
And when he sat down, he whispered to me, "Should I say hello to your father?"
"No need for now. I want him to at least talk to me first."
"But it feels really awkward, babe. It seems like he wants to talk to you too."
"That's exactly why, Gray Bear. If he doesn't want to feel awkward, let him break the awkwardness. I'm not gonna start the conversation because he's the one who should explain."
"Okay, babe."
It's up to me what people say. The point is, I have a limit when it comes to letting people who have chosen to leave me come back.
Even if he is my father, if he has decided to leave, then he must also make an effort to come back properly so that I can accept his presence.
That's not cruel. It's just so he understands that from the beginning, his child never wanted him to take the initiative to hide from problems.
"Oh yeah, where are your parents? Did you tell them about Dylan's treatment progress?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
"I didn't tell them, babe. I don't have your permission yet. I mean, I have no right to tell people you don't want me to tell."
"What makes you think they're not people I should tell?"
"Because I think they contributed to your parents leaving the pack. I think it would make the atmosphere uncomfortable if I told them and they suddenly came here. It would definitely feel ten times more awkward."
That makes sense. But I actually think the opposite. I think if I tell Grayson's parents, it will make them do something to my parents.
But it turns out we're both worried. It's just that our worries are different.
"You're not mad that I decided not to tell them first, right?"
"No, babe. That's your right. Choose whatever makes you and your family feel most comfortable."
"Thank you for understanding, Gray Bear."
"After everything is settled, I also intend to bring our parents together. I wanna clear everything up so that if there are any misunderstandings, they can be resolved immediately. That way, I hope there will be no more misunderstandings between us and our families in the future."
Misunderstandings? I don't know if I can call it that.
I think it's more like a tradition that is difficult to change. Something sacred that has been believed and practiced for generations.
Even if there are misunderstandings, they are between me and my parents. So I don't understand what misunderstandings Grayson is talking about.
But to avoid creating more misunderstandings, I had no intention of discussing it for the time being. I thought I would wait until things had calmed down a bit.
"Okay, Gray Bear."
Just as I closed my mouth, my father suddenly got up from his seat. He walked over here. And he stopped in front of us.
"Can I talk to you, Quinn?"
I didn't expect this interaction, so I was honestly a little surprised. But I tried to hide my expression by putting on a straight face.
"What's so important to talk about?" I asked firmly.
"A lot, sweetheart. Can you?"
I looked at Grayson. He nodded and suddenly stood up. "I need to use the restroom."
Damn. I couldn't use Grayson as an excuse to refuse now. Ck. It seemed like Grayson had also deliberately left to give us some space.
As a result, I had no choice but to nod. "Go ahead."
He then sat down where Grayson had been sitting. He rested his elbows on his knees and clasped his hands together.
"First, I want to apologize profusely for my decision to leave you and Dylan. Now I realize that it was wrong and didn't make things better."
I could only laugh inside. Finally, he realized it.
"I'm not going to make excuses. I was wrong, and so was your mother. If we had been braver back then and taken you with us, maybe Dylan wouldn't have turned out this way."
"But apologizing isn't enough. It can't take away the pain we feel and the time we spent alone without you guys."
"You're right, sweetheart."
"So what are you gonna do to make up for it besides helping Dylan?"