With everything happening, I decided to hand over my work to Sam and take a break to organize my thoughts. Everything around me was moving fast, and because I kept ignoring my problems, I suddenly found myself overwhelmed with thoughts—especially since Dad had been contacting me nonstop, insisting that I join his hospital as soon as possible.
I had no interest in his business. In fact, I detested it more than anything, and I would rather die than join him. But Dad was persistent, even going so far as to visit me at my office to pressure me.
In the past, I had desperately wanted him to visit my office and see how well I was doing, but that hope vanished over time. Now, when he came to see me, I felt no happiness; if anything, I was more irritated by his presence and the pressure he brough
