Yasmine and I were not very close. After Rena and I had Yasmine, the life we lived could be considered happy.

However, Rena always said we didn't have enough money. I was well aware that money was vital to life and hoped to give her and our daughter a better life, so I started to work overtime every night.

Although I got promoted by working hard this way, I seldom had time to keep Rena and Yasmine company. I always felt guilty about it.

But the more I thought about Yasmine's sentence, the weirder it seemed to me. Why would my daughter talk to me with such a cautious attitude?

"Dad." Yasmine woke up, trying to prop herself up on her elbows.

I quickly helped her up and handed her a glass of warm water.

"Yasmine, why did you suddenly have gastroenteritis and a fever?" I asked as I looked at her medical record in my hand.

It was stated in the medical record that she got gastroenteritis and a fever after consuming contaminated food. I continued to ask, "How could you get sick by eating home-cooked food?"

As if she had done something wrong, Yasmine hesitated for a long time before she replied, "Mom was not at home, so I ordered takeout."

In this case, the contaminated food was the takeout with poor quality.

Looking at her frightened expression, I stroked her head and said softly, "It's okay. The takeout food you ordered is to blame. It's not your fault.

"By the way, you said your mom was not at home. Where did she go? I couldn't get through to her either."

Yasmine dropped her gaze with a flicker of dejection in her eyes. I asked her worriedly what was wrong.

"Mom said she was busy and told me to go to the hospital myself."

"What is she busy with?" I furrowed my brow. Rena should have gotten off work at 5 pm.

Yasmine didn't say anything. She just lay back on the bed and turned over with her back to me.

"I need to sleep."

She refused to answer my question about Rena.

2

After I walked out of the ward, I leaned against the wall and took out my phone to call Rena again.

I wanted to talk to her. She was usually careless, but what she did today hurt our daughter.

I waited for a long time before the call was answered.

"Hello, what's up?" Rena's voice was filled with displeasure at being disturbed.

"Where are you now? Our daughter is in the hospital with a high fever," I said slowly with an effort to control my temper.

"I just finished tutoring my good friend's child."