When Regret Comes Knocking, It's Too Late

My father passed away early, and my mother worked hard to raise me. She was my only family in this world.

I took my mom to the hospital.

She had a checkup.

And I signed a lot of documents.

My mother was taken into the operating room.

The wait was particularly agonizing and anxious.

I had wayward thoughts alone.

But I couldn't find anyone to comfort my soul.

Especially when I thought my mother was in the operating room while Brady was comforting his ex-girlfriend, I was in heart-wrenching pain.

I was scared, lonely, and helpless.

Various emotions crashed over me.

I felt like I couldn't breathe.

But fortunately, it was a benign tumor, and the surgery was very successful.

I was waiting until dawn.

Looking at my mother sleeping peacefully, I felt much more relaxed.

...

My phone rang.

I checked it.

It was a message from Brady. [How is your mom? Is she okay?]

I saw this message.

And I turned off my phone.

At this moment, I suddenly felt relieved.

If it were before, I would have replied to his message immediately even if I was busy with work.

But I waited outside the operating room last night.

Now I no longer felt that way.

Even if I saw his message and then turned off my phone, I wouldn't have any psychological burden.