"Precious?"
Idris called out softly when he noticed Arwen looked a little lost in her own thoughts.
"Hmm?" Arwen hummed and turned to look at her father, her brows rising slightly in confusion. "Do you need anything?"
Idris stared at her for a long moment, as though trying to read her thoughts. But only today did he realize how little he had mastered that skill —the skill of understanding his daughter without her having to say a word.
A pang of regret twisted in his chest. He had never been the father he should have been to her. He shook his head internally and let his lips curl in a warm smile.
"I do not need anything, sweetheart," he said at last, his voice light and comforting. "But it seems you are definitely trying to figure something out. What is it? Tell me. Maybe ... maybe I can help."
Arwen paused, and even if it was just for a second, she saw the guilt flash in the eyes of her father, before he again concealed it behind his smile. To say she had forgotten it all would be a lie. But she no longer blamed him for the things from which she had already moved on.
And that was why seeing him still blaming himself for it didn’t feel right.
She pressed her lips into a thin line as she turned to look at her father. Moving her hand, she slowly placed it over her father’s and said, "Of course, there is a lot you can help me with, Dad."
When Idris looked at her as if asking, she really meant it; she nodded firmly.
"Then tell me, precious. Dad will always be happy to help."
Arwen shook her head at him. "Not at this moment," she said, shifting her eyes slowly toward his frame that was resting on the hospital bed, "And definitely not when you are asked to rest. Only when you recover will I be able to trouble you with my issue. Otherwise, I will just end up blaming myself."
Idris’s brows knitted. He quickly said, "I am not in that bad condition, sweetheart. From the ICU, I have already been transferred here to the VIP general ward, which means things have improved."
"It has," Arwen nodded. "But not very much. You are still lying in a hospital bed under medical care."
Idris opened his mouth to retort ... but then closed it, looking at his daughter as though he had already accepted the defeat. "You are very stubborn, aren’t you?"
Arwen paused and thought for a moment before nodding and admitting. "Of course, that’s something that flows through my blood."
Idris squinted his eyes at her but then said, "To be honest, it suits you just as it used to suit you before."
But, on the other side, Arwen couldn’t remember such a side of hers at all. She never remembers herself having such a bold, rebellious side. All she remembered was the time when she used to strictly follow the rules and standards set for her by her mother.
Idris blinked at her words. Then his brows drew together as though he tried to think back when it all changed. "Umm ... to be honest, even I don’t understand when you changed so much," he said, looking at her. "But you did. And it was a sudden change. Maybe after the accident of yours." He noted, thinking carefully.
"It was then that you suddenly went silent and slowly changed. You started agreeing to the things we asked you for. You’ve even gotten ready to make the change in schools. Especially when I remember you were very against it before."
Arwen looked at him, and her brows only drew deeper. "Don’t you feel it was a little wrong?"
"Wrong?" Idris repeated, raising his brows a little in a frown.
Arwen quickly explained, "I mean, wrong because I wasn’t like that earlier. If I was changing so much, there should have been a reason for it?"
Idris shook his head. "It was sudden, but at the same time very gradual. I even asked your doctor about it. But he said there was nothing to worry about. In some cases, patients show behavioural changes after an accident. That was the same for you. And you would get better."
"But I didn’t, Dad," Arwen said suddenly, and when she saw Idris’s brows knitting, she continued, "I never got better. But personality never returned back to normal. I changed ... changed completely. To the point where I no longer remember how I used to be earlier."
Idris didn’t understand. But Arwen’s reaction told him that there was something wrong. "What are you trying to say, sweetheart?"

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