Chapter 643

Mr. Labrie’s lower body was covered with a quilt. From the conversation between Mrs. Labrie and the doctor outside the room, Ophelia figured her father must have injured his leg.

But she didn’t dare lift the quilt to check.

Before she realized it, tears were steadily streaming down her face, soaking into the fabric.

Leaning against the hospital bed, Ophelia felt a deep sense of regret for the first time—for her stubbornness, for not listening to her father.
“Dad, I was wrong. I really was…”

“Why are you crying? I’m not dead or crippled.”

A strong, familiar voice came from above. Surprised, she quickly looked up and saw Brody sitting there, his face flushed and healthy.