Part 2Faithless Heart, A Husband's Emotional Distraction During Daughter's Critical Illness

Ryan ran a hand through his hair and shouted, "Damn it!"

Then, he pulled out his phone, his fingers trembling as he dialed Logan's number.

I looked up at him, my expression filled with gratitude.

The call connected quickly, and as soon as it did, Ryan's voice cut through the air like a knife. "Logan, I don't care where you are or what you're doing! Get your ass to the hospital right now!"

I could hear a cacophony of noise on the other end, as if he were in a crowded place.

"Ryan? Mia is something else. She's got you wrapped around her finger, playing this little game! I can't believe you're going along with her nonsense! I've got real issues to deal with here! Every time I come to Louisa's, she pulls this stunt, trying to find excuses to get me back! And now you're in on it too? Can't she handle things on her own? I'm busy, so I'm hanging up!"

Ryan opened his mouth to respond, but Logan hung up without a second thought.

Frustrated, Ryan stared at his phone before dialing again and again, but all he got was the cold, mechanical voice of voicemail.

His anger shifted to helplessness and then to disappointment.

Finally, Logan blocked Ryan's number altogether.

Unable to contain his fury, Ryan shouted at the phone, cursing into the void.

I wiped my tears away, covering my face with my hands as silent sobs wracked my body.

Honestly, I was afraid I might start laughing at the absurdity of it all.

The nurse at the station sighed, looking at me with pity, and handed me her phone. "Use mine. This is a matter of life and death."

I took the phone, grateful for her kindness.

After dialing, it didn't take long for the call to connect. But as soon as Logan heard my voice, he exploded with rage.

"What the hell do you want? If you want to die, just go ahead! Can't you live without me? Just hearing your voice makes me sick! When I get back, I'm filing for divorce. I can't take this anymore, you idiot!"

With that, he hung up, leaving me reeling.

The sympathy I had received moments ago turned into anger from those around me.

"What good is a father if he can't even be there for his own child in critical condition? He's off with his mistress!"

"Men like that are a disgrace, seriously!"

People could swallow a lot of pain when no one was watching, but when someone showed a little concern, it all came spilling out.

Tears streamed down my face, and I couldn't help but let my mouth turn down in despair as I wiped at my eyes.

A woman who had been watching the whole scene handed me a tissue and a business card.

I looked closely—it was from a divorce lawyer named Fiona West.

I took the tissue to dry my tears and slipped the card into my pocket, trying to keep my composure.

I didn't know how long we waited, but finally, the operating room light went out.

A doctor stepped out, weary and removing his mask, shaking his head at Ryan and me in resignation. "She's gone. We did everything we could."

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving us in stunned silence.

Aimee's funeral was supposed to be led by Logan, but Ryan was adamant about not contacting him.

"That ungrateful bastard doesn't deserve to be her father. It's a shame Aimee loved that man, only to be abandoned in her last moments!"

Ryan's eyes blazed with barely contained fury as he spoke.

He was the most educated and capable member of the family, so his words held weight, and no one dared to argue with him.

So, Ryan and I arranged the funeral services, and just when I thought Logan wouldn't show up, he did.

Today was Aimee’s burial day. Everyone was getting ready to pay their last respects when we heard Logan's furious voice from outside.

"Mia! Get out here! Who the hell told you to do this? You're trying to trick me back, aren't you? Teaming up with everyone to pull this stunt? Well, you've really outdone yourself!"

The moment I laid eyes on Logan, a wave of fear washed over me, the kind that had haunted me in my previous life when death was just a breath away.

Clutching Aimee’s will, I trembled uncontrollably, tears spilling from my eyes in a physiological response to the overwhelming stress.

"Are you done making a scene? When we tried to reach you, you wouldn't listen! You were too busy with that shameless woman to even hear us out! Now you come back and act like this? Get lost! The Wesley family has no room for scum like you! Just get out!"

It was the first time I had ever seen Ryan this furious.

"Ryan, Mia's filled your head with some kind of nonsense! You're all in on this to deceive me! No way, I'm going to find Aimee and get to the bottom of this. What does she think about playing along with Mia's little charade?"

As he shouted Aimee's name, Logan frantically searched for her, his eyes darting around.

Ryan closed his eyes, exhaling deeply. He carefully placed Aimee’s urn on the altar before striding over to Logan and yanking him toward the urn.