Chris placed the fruit basket on the bedside table with a grimace that he tried in vain to disguise as a smile.
Hazel scanned Chris's expression critically. He definitely had something to ask of her. Otherwise, why would he be willing to come and see her?
Unwilling to beat around the bush, she asked directly, "Dad, what's the matter?" The idea of having small talk with him was slightly repulsive.
Chris smiled awkwardly. "No, it's nothing. I heard you were hospitalized, so I came to see how you were."
"No matter what, you're my daughter. Regardless of what happened in the past, there should not be grudges between us. Let bygones be bygones!"
When Hazel heard this, she did not say anything. She only looked at her father suspiciously.
Chris smiled uncomfortably and picked up the fruit basket. "Oh, have some fruit! Daddy will peel an apple for you!"
"No need, you don't have to go through so much trouble," Hazel interjected.
