Chapter 83
I Next “What is… a stroke?”
The instant Raciel comprehended this, his heart dropped heavily. Memories from over a decade ago emerged suddenly.
He had made an effort to avoid pondering over it. As time had gone by, the recollection had grown dim. The wounds from that period had only left a vague mark. Consequently, he believed he was okay at this point. The past no longer haunted him. That was his self-reassurance.
However, at this moment, with no means to manage it, the memory of that day resurfaced forcefully.
The day his father collapsed. The instant he received the news too late. His pitiable appearance on that day. His regrettable actions. These memories resurfaced vividly, unrelentingly, without end.
‘Damn.’
He reminisced about that time.
How many calls had come from his mother? But he didn’t know. He was playing a game. The noise in the PC room that day contributed to it. The game was going exceptionally well. No, rather, it was mostly his pitiful fault.
Finally, he dialed his mother’s number. He thought of saying he was studying late and was unaware of her calls. He wanted to claim he had put his phone on silent. He prepared these blatant lies and then phoned her.