I was extremely anxious and immediately called back, but I couldn't get through again.

Now I was completely panicked.

In this situation, letting my father-in-law wait even a second longer could be life-threatening!

Although my relationship with Grace had broken down, my father-in-law treated me like his own son, and I didn't want anything to happen to him.

I rushed to the hospital where my wife worked, but I came up empty-handed.

I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, but I was helpless.

I opened social media and saw a post from my wife, who said she was working late, posted an hour ago.

[First time cooking porridge, not good at cooking, but someone drank a lot, I'm very pleased, such a good son.]

The photo was a sweet picture of the two of them hugging, with the address of my wife's first love also attached.

The scene in front of me was painful, but I couldn't care about that anymore.

Right now, my father-in-law's life was more important.

I rushed to my wife's first love's house again. Before I even entered, I heard the sound of moaning from inside.

I barged right in and saw my wife lying on top of her ex, applying medicine to him.

When she saw me, my wife's expression froze, and their playful sounds abruptly stopped.

But only for a second, then my wife calmly got off her ex, looking disdainfully at me and saying, "Well, well, so you dare to stalk me?"

"I work so hard every day, can't you even give me a little basic trust?"

I looked at her and laughed.

Trust?

Is trust that you cheat on me, and I still have to swallow my anger and bear it?

I couldn't be bothered arguing with her, she was already rotten, I didn't want to deal with who she was with anymore.

After dealing with my father-in-law's situation, this marriage must be divorced.

But right now, my father-in-law's life was still more important.

I couldn't be bothered arguing with her, I just grabbed her hand, "No time to waste words with you, if you want to save your dad's life, come with me right away, your dad is still waiting for you in the ICU."

I tightly grabbed my wife's hand, wanting to take her out, but before we reached the door, we were blocked by my wife's ex, Ethan Reed.

He pushed my hand away and held Grace tightly in his arms.

"You hurt Grace, didn't you? Don't you realize that?"

"I told you, there's nothing between us anymore. Why can't you just believe me?"

I was too tired to argue, so I simply punched him down to the ground and pulled my wife away.

"Our family matters are none of your business."

Ethan lay on the bed, groaning in pain.

Upon hearing this, my wife immediately slapped me, breaking free from my hold, and rushed over to Ethan, her face filled with worry. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, don't worry about me. He's just jealous that I might take you away from him." Ethan pretended to clutch his chest, gasping for air. "I can take a few hits; it's nothing. Just don't let this ruin your relationship."

Seeing Ethan act this way made my wife completely panic. She frantically checked on him all over.

"Are you okay? Is it your heart condition acting up again?"

"How are you feeling? Is there anything wrong?"

Seeing Ethan act this way made me laugh.

Her own father was fighting for his life in the hospital, and here she was, fussing over a man who was clearly faking it.

"I'm really okay, Grace," Ethan coughed a few times for effect. "Your husband thinks we're too close, and I understand his jealousy. We should see each other less from now on."

"Please, don't let me be the reason for any issues between you two!"

I looked at him, smirking sarcastically.

"You're not even convincing at this point!"

"Who has a heart on the right side?"

At this, Ethan's face turned pale, clearly embarrassed.

But it only lasted a second before he composed himself, casually explaining, "It's just that I'm in so much pain that I can't pinpoint where it hurts. If you don't believe me, that's fine; no need to mock me."

Grace held him tightly, her expression showing clear concern. She turned to me and shouted, "Shut up!"

"Is this how you treat him when he's already in this state? How can you be so heartless?"

"I told you, there's nothing between us! Why can't you just believe me? You're the one making a scene here!"

"I'll tell you this: if anything happens to Ethan, I'll divorce you!"

I listened to my wife, her words echoing in my ears for what felt like the tenth time, a sarcastic smile on my face.

"Divorce is fine, but first, you need to take me to the hospital. If you delay, your father might really die!"

Hearing my serious tone, my wife hesitated for a moment, but then quickly returned to her usual aggressive demeanor.

"Still pretending? You think I'm a fool? He was fine when I left this morning, and now, less than a day later, you're telling me he's in trouble?"

"You're not even trying to come up with a believable excuse to trick me into going back. Not a chance!"

Her unwavering tone chilled my heart.

Ethan chimed in, "I know you're worried about Grace and me being alone together and what might happen, but you can't joke about her father's life like that. Wishing him dead?"

"Her father has treated you well; how can you be so cruel?"

Ethan's words only fueled Grace's anger, and she suddenly stood up, grabbing a broom to shove me out. "Get out! I don't want to see you again!"

I looked at the locked door, feeling helpless as I sighed.

Father-in-law, I'm sorry for my incompetence; it seems I can't bring your daughter back to help you.

As I rushed back to the hospital, the doctor informed me that my father-in-law wouldn't last much longer.

They had performed an emergency surgery, but it was too difficult, and he had lost too much blood; he might not survive.

I knelt before my frail father-in-law, tears streaming down my face. "Mr. Lynn, it's my fault for not bringing Grace to you."

With great effort, he raised his hand and patted my shoulder, looking resigned. "I understand Grace's temperament."

"Over the years, she has truly made things hard for you."

Seeing his pale face filled me with sorrow. "Mr. Lynn, please don't say that. Just focus on resting."

He knew his time was short. Shaking his head, he sighed deeply, "I've seen everything you've done for me and Grace. You're a good man; it's Grace who doesn't appreciate you."

"I won't guilt-trip you. If you want to divorce, go ahead!"

"I have four courtyard houses; I've transferred them all to your name. This is my small gesture; you must accept it." With that, his hand fell from my shoulder.

"No! Please don't!" I grasped his hand tightly, the tears I had held back finally pouring out.

The attending physician approached, sorrowfully patting my shoulder, and sighed, "Dr. Lynn is very busy. Please accept your loss."