Mr. Fay lay under the blanket, listening to Mrs. Fay's conversation with the doctor outside. From the sound of it, Lydia could tell her father had injured his leg, but she didn't dare pull back the blanket to see for herself.

Unconsciously, tears welled up in her eyes and began to soak the edge of the blanket. Lydia leaned against the hospital bed, overcome with guilt for her past stubbornness, for always defying her father. "Dad, I was wrong. I've really been so wrong." "Why are you crying? I'm not dead or crippled," came a strong voice from above her.

Surprised, Lydia looked up to see her father, his face flushed with color.

He was still as stern as ever, his thick brows knitted together, looking as if he could find fault with her at any moment. But this time, Lydia felt no defiance.

Her eyes red from crying, she hugged her father tightly. "Dad, I'm so sorry I got here late."

"It's just a little earthquake," Mr. Fay said, clearly flustered by her display of affection, unsure what to do with his hands. "When I was younger, I went through far worse. This is nothing, just a minor fracture."

"It's not broken?" Lydia blurted out, immediately realizing her mistake.

darkened. "Who told you my leg

walked into the room, overhearing the

broken? I spoke to the doctor, he's fine. It's just a small fracture, and he'll be out of the

gaze to Quincy, who shifted slightly, looking a bit sheepish.

relieved, albeit amused, sigh. Mrs. Fay and the others couldn't help but

a

was filled with relief. She would rather took foolish than face any real danger to her father. Thankfully,

Fay then asked about what happened during the earthquake, and to Lydia's surprise, Mr. Fay glanced

demolition," Mr. Fay began, his voice steady. The ground split beneath me, and my leg got trapped. I couldn't get

Fay's eyes widened in surprise. "So Quincy saved

Fay didn't

asked, "Does that mean... you're okay with me and Quincy

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